“Don’t mind hair!”, the little spirit chirped, smiling. They were very happy to be with Q here, it was really nice. And they liked feeling his wings, the feathers were so soft!
“Really soft. Qiunton soft!”, they giggled happily. They were very happy to have Q here with them!
Their eyes widened as they watched, fascinated as Quinton just got wings!
“Oohh!”, they didn’t really have any words to exclaim their fascination, but they curiously reached out to them, wanting to touch Quinton’s wings.“Want to touch!”, they said, glad they had learned that word at the very least, even if Quinton had just barely mentioned it before. He was just very very excited! And he wanted to touch!
The wings gently relaxed after a few seconds extended and Quint chuckled in small delight at the little coo.
“Ofcourse, just be careful.” They were sensative, but it wasn’t a bad thing he simply might jump was all if he hadn’t been asked, and he was glad the smaller had such lovely little manners.
“They’re very soft aren’t they? They’re such a bother to clean.. I don’t get to have them out very often. They cause trouble, getting in the way.” He mildly rambled idly. It was rather nice to have company since he’d not been expecting any on his walk.
The little spirit happily scooted closer, so they were almost right next to Quinton, and reached out to touch his wings. “Soft!”, they exclaimed, smiling as they gently pet the wing, slightly carding their fingers through the feathers. It was really nice!
“Hair bother to clean!”, they hummed, nodding. Already their hair had leafs and twigs stuck in them, and they weren’t going to bother cleaning their hair. It would just get full of stuff again next time he climbed into his tree!
Their eyes widened as they watched, fascinated as Quinton just got wings!
“Oohh!”, they didn’t really have any words to exclaim their fascination, but they curiously reached out to them, wanting to touch Quinton’s wings.
“Want to touch!”, they said, glad they had learned that word at the very least, even if Quinton had just barely mentioned it before. He was just very very excited! And he wanted to touch!
They laughed happily at Quinton, sticking out their tongue in return. They happily went over each of the colours again, just to make sure they had them all.
“White, yellow, orange, red, pink, blues, greens, that one dark blue too?”, they pointed to the purple colour. It looked kind of blue! “Brown, dark white. Grey. And that one? Dark grey?”, they pointed to the black one. There were a lot of colours!Q chuckled at the returned face and then nodded along, watching as they listed through all the colours, beaming with proudness. They were such a fast learner! “That one is purple, that’s the one you can see sometimes just before it gets really dark.” He said with a smile.
“Oh that ones black, you don’t see that out in nature alot..but- I have something that is that colour.” He said, a smile growing slightly once more, “They’re very special, would you like to see?”
The little spirit nodded along. Purple! They liked that colour, but they liked blue more! And green! They liked them the most.
“Oh? Like to see!”, they nodded, curiously looking at Quinton. They wanted to see something very special! They liked everything that Quinton showed them, all those things were always great!
They laughed happily at Quinton, sticking out their tongue in return. They happily went over each of the colours again, just to make sure they had them all.
“White, yellow, orange, red, pink, blues, greens, that one dark blue too?”, they pointed to the purple colour. It looked kind of blue! “Brown, dark white. Grey. And that one? Dark grey?”, they pointed to the black one. There were a lot of colours!
The little spirit plopped down on the ground, watching curiously as Quinton laid down the book and opened the pencils. Curiously they pulled out the blues, tilting his head.
“Blue and blue?”, they asked, looking to Quinton. Why were there two different blues? Or rather, how were they supposed to say which blue they liked more, if they were both named blue?
Quint nodded. Gently placing his finger on the top of the lighter shade. “We call this one light blue, or sky blue. Because its lighter. Like the sky.” He said before pointing to the other. “And this one is dark blue. Because its darker.”
“There’s lots and lots of colours. All with different speical names.”
They listened and nodded. Light and dark! That was easy to understand!
“Light green and dark green!”, they smiled brightly and pointed to the different greens. “Light.”, they pointed to yellow. “And light. And light.”, they pointed to orange and white. “Light white!”, they smiled brightly.
“Oh oh dark white?”, they pointed to the grey.
They were very happy learning about colours.
The little spirit plopped down on the ground, watching curiously as Quinton laid down the book and opened the pencils. Curiously they pulled out the blues, tilting his head.
“Blue and blue?”, they asked, looking to Quinton. Why were there two different blues? Or rather, how were they supposed to say which blue they liked more, if they were both named blue?
“Blue! Sky!”, they happily repeated. “Sky with clouds! Blue sky and white clouds! Brown trees and brown dirt!”. They were very excited just learning words and repeating them, speaking. Speaking was fun!
“Blue white brown!! Colours!”, they wanted to know about everything! Every colour and thing! They loved hearing about every little thing!
Quinton listened and chuckled, nodding encoragingly to every word that they got right. “And the grass, and leaves are green.” He adds, looking around for other things to teach and say.
“Do you know the bits about you?” He questions, leaving a pause mainly to re-engage the little one. Before he gently took the others hand. “Your hands, and your fingers.” He danced his own finger over each digit. “For touching, and holding, and doing lots of things with..”
He stopped again, and moved his other hand, this time, deciding on something fun, the flame reappeared in his palm, but within a few moments, the flames flickered out and he had an empty colouring book, and a packet of pencils. “Would you like to play with more colours?” He offers, holding out the new items.
“Greeen!”, they happily giggled, nodding. They looked curious when Quinton took their hand, watching. Oh! Hands, and fingers! They smiled, happy to be learning.
They watched entranced when Quinton made something appear in his hand, eyes wide. “Play with colours!”, they nodded, excited. They wanted to do that! That looked so nice and fun!
“Blue! Sky!”, they happily repeated. “Sky with clouds! Blue sky and white clouds! Brown trees and brown dirt!”. They were very excited just learning words and repeating them, speaking. Speaking was fun!
“Blue white brown!! Colours!”, they wanted to know about everything! Every colour and thing! They loved hearing about every little thing!
The little spirit nodded. The clouds were the fluffy soft things! The white moving ones! He liked clouds! Clouds were very pretty. He liked everything so far though!
They curiously watched the flame move, eyes wide in awe. It was all just so cool! When questioned again, they looked up to Quinton a little helpless. How were they supposed to answer if they couldn’t formulate their words?
“Want to know about.”, they said and gestures to everything around them as best as they could. They wanted to know about everything! To be told what things were! Everything!“Ah.” Quinton nodded. Clearly, he hadn’t supplied quite enough words to get that detailed, but that was fine. Perhaps, he needed to go more basic…
“Well, you know what tree is, but do you know what all the little soft things on it are called? You’ve got them in your hair.” He explains slowly, gently reaching out again, and picking a stray leaf from the youngers hair. “We call these Leaves, and this-” He pulled a stray twig, “Is a twig, it comes off those big branches that you were hanging on.”
He lowered the items to the floor and swept his fingers across the green blades. “And this is grass, and its growing on top of dirt, just like your tree. Dirt helps feed them what they need to grow.”
Quint was more than happy to continue going through the simple things- teach the young one about the nature he was surrounded by.
They very curiously and intently listened to Quinton tell them about the things around them, focusing on every little word. So their tree had branches, and they had twigs, and they had leafs! And his tree grew on top of dirt, and was surrounded by grass! And they themselves had hair! They were very focused on learning, more than happy to listen to Quinton.
“Quinton hair! Up!”, they exclaimed then, still missing every colour. But Quinton’s hair had the same colour as the sky! “And clouds!”, they said, tapping beneath their eye. His eyes were silver! Kind of like the clouds!
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