gotta get up and try; any

[Reagan]

we’re on each other’s team…

Reagan had moved towards the deciduous forest with a wariness that belied her. She, having had her newborn son Iasan, had decided to venture forth into other areas to see what the world had in store for them. She thought to be greeted by the leader of this land, and instead she finds a warrior. Someone who, although he appears agitated, is respectful. She steps back, knowing that he bows, and steps aside to reveal that she is not alone. Revealing her small spotted son, she watches him stare up in awe at the large man. Hearing him say Good afternoon drew Iasan’s attention, and his mouth dropped open. He leaned into his mother, his little fuzzy ears flitting in shy fascination. He looks up at Reagan questioningly and says quietly. “Mama, he’s big.”

Reagan chuckled softly, and did her own bowing to her company, and then set her features to do business. “Good afternoon. My name is Reagan and this small fluffball is my son, Iasan. We are your neighbors to the west. When the wood turns from broadleaf to needle, you have arrived at my home. We are venturing outward from the Taiga to see how the rest of the world fairs… and to see if there is any news of any of our friends who may, or may not, still be around. Who is the leader here?”

Reagan tries to keep a straight face as she talks to Akkadian, Iasan’s small body pressing further and deeper into her, and yet doing what he can to peer the large man between her legs. Reagan thought secretly that perhaps he had found someone to idolize.