Tsallin was out playing in the sand, just within sight of his mother. She was busy sewing some of his father's clothes to keep them in good repair least he look disheveled, she wouldn't want other woman thinking of him that way. Which of course Tsallin was too young to understand yet. But it kept mom busy while he played, he wasn't sure where his twin was but his kinfa was close enough, chasing bugs in the bushes which he loved to watch. The dark grey head bobbing up and down as he tried to squish his body between the branches and the intense look of satisfaction on his face when he managed it.
Later Tsallin would go help him, after all his mother said that it was up to him to help feed the kinfa. To his reasoning it was like their family had another son.
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