@heisgrey liked this for a starter.
  ❝Little one.❞ Her tone was stern as she knelt down and scooped her son up. The pair had ventured into the forest for a morning walk but Aristotle had run off and played in the mud. When she lifted him up she ended up getting her own clothes dirty as well. Before she could scold him she heard the sound of footsteps. Her eyes search for the source before she speaks. ❝Hello?❞














