As the moth had regained their balance, Ivinir held their hand through all of it. If they stumbled, Ivinir would always be there to pick the other up, dust them off, and continue forward.
This wasn’t any different. As Ivinir helped them walk through the Isle of Dawn, something donned on them. Did this moth have a name? Presumably not, seeing as they never introduced themselves. They only ever honked whenever Ivinir would at them, which while adorable, didn't really help at all.
Ivinir decided to name them. Their name would be...
Butterscotch.
It reminds them of grandma, her millions of grandchildren and the warm, cozy tree they live in. The smell of maplewood and rain had always been present, but not ever unwelcome or unwanted.
He wondered when it was best to next visit her...
His thoughts were cut off by Butterscotch losing their footing, and stumbling into the sand. Ivinir honked to them in a panic, attempting to pick them back up, as he usually did.
The moth sat up onto their knees, hands digging into the sand, all for their own attempt to get up. Ivinir watched as they attempt to regain their footing on their own, taking time in between to have small resting periods.
Butterscotch eventually knelt on one knee, putting in all the strength they could just to pick themself up. With a small honk, they stumble back onto their feet, attempting to balance themselves afterwards.
The light breeze of the isle chilled their skin, just ever so slightly.
What a wonderful world...
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Through the Eyes of a Child
Fanfiction"Darker times will come and go, Times you need to see her smile, And mothers' hands are warm and mild, I would rather feel this world through the skin of a child." -AURORA, on "Through the Eyes of a Child" May contain topics such as: Character death...
