“Yeah, but you already look like you, so why would I want to look like you?” Pip says giggling, “I’d just look like her anyway. I wouldn’t know how to cast spells like her or have her cloak or anything.”
Emerald turns to Joyride and asks if he’ll get a cloak like that someday.
“Yeah, sure… Someday…” Joyride says dismissively.
Emerald hops up and looks around for something to make a fire with. It isn’t exactly cold at the moment, but it could become so later. He wanders tot he edge of the cave and peaks outside. There aren’t any wasps, but he isn’t going to tempt fate by going out.
Emerald plops back down next to Joyride and snuggles up to her. He starts to think about his parents and what he remembers, but it’s all mostly a hazy fog. He wasn’t very old when they died, and he only remembers brief snatches of their voices. As he reminisces he begins to fall asleep…