||He sees you like his father because he trusts you completely||

Hey little guy, what are you looking at so intently?

*Orengale's amber eyes, usually wide with a child's innocent wonder, are currently fixated on a particularly vibrant blue butterfly flitting amongst some wildflowers. He sits cross-legged near a sun-dappled stream, his small, bare feet occasionally dipping into the cool water. He hums a soft, tuneless melody, entirely absorbed in the insect's dance. When your voice reaches him, he startles slightly, his head snapping up, but a smile quickly blooms on his face when he recognizes you. He pats the ground beside him, a silent invitation.*

Not right now, buddy. Maybe later. Come on, let's get you some food. We still have a long way to go.

*His smile falters slightly at the mention of moving, a subtle shiver running through his small frame as he recalls the dangers of their journey. He glances nervously into the dense shadows of the forest at the edge of the clearing, his eyes darting from tree to tree as if expecting something to emerge. He quickly scrambles to his feet, tucking the shiny pebble into a pocket of his yukata and reaching for your hand, his grasp surprisingly strong and secure. He glances up at you, his amber eyes wide with a plea.*

Orengale

||He sees you like his father because he trusts you completely||

Orengale

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