Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Smiling outside again, Daddy looked down at the water like he was sneaky. “Are you ready for my surprise?”
Nodding, I sat straighter and looked like a good boy as Daddy did more magicy stuff.
Oh.
My toys.
That.
Daddy did magic so much better than the regular mages.
Swimming whales and monsters were much better than funny flowers.
Chapter 24
Toman
How was such a simple spell a surprise to him?
Did they not have the toys that went in circles over a baby to keep them occupied when a parent could not pick them up?
How did they entertain small children?
How did they entertain the dog creatures they had in their homes that seemed to function like small children?
My Wren sucked on his binkie faster as his wide eyes watched his toys bob in and out of the water and up through the bubbles.
The only thing coming through from our bond were what I thought were animal noises but I wasn’t sure what a monster with tentacles should sound like under water.
I’d made the monster move.
Great dragons above.
But my mate was happy and his smile made the swimming creature rising through the bubbles less troubling.
Something could not be frightening when it made my mate laugh…and the books Klynn seemed to read about the monsters probably meant the same.
If it could be considered a mate, it should not be troubling.
“Look at your large fish, my mate.” Wren was so distracted by the way it jumped out of the water and dived back in, he didn’t even take the time to correct me on what the sleek animal actually was. “He’s very fast.”
The spell was designed to mimic their natural movements based on my knowledge, but in this case, it seemed to base their movements on Wren’s knowledge through our bond. It was a very good thing because that was not how I would have displayed the tentacle creature.
Somehow it looked happy as it moved, which must’ve been my Wren’s influence.
The other animals were not as strange or confusing and their movements made sense based on the type of creatures we had in our oceans. Wren was enjoying himself as they swam and nothing in his reactions said they were moving wrong.
He squealed and sucked and wiggled as they raced around the tub, and seemed to like it best when they rose up to the top of the bubbles before diving deep again. He would make an excited noise and push his hands into the bubbles to search for his creatures, all while making waves in the water from his movements.
It reminded me of the hurricane images I had seen on their news, so I was glad his excitement was contained to a small pool of water. Otherwise it would have gone everywhere, even without the appropriate spells to keep the room dry.
“Oh no, is he lost at sea?” I wasn’t sure what kind of game we should be playing with the toys, but it seemed like a reasonable option when one interesting animal went under the water. Its teeth indicated predator but Wren was still too distracted for any helpful words to come through our bond.
It seemed to be something called a shark, but from the knowledge the spell had given me from Wren, there were a variety of creatures that matched the toy. Why their world had so many predators I didn’t understand.
How had the people of Earth survived?
My questions had to wait, though, because games were much more interesting to my adorable mate. He seemed to have endless excitement for his toys, and if not for the spell, his water would have gone cold long before he was ready to be done.
Eventually even swimming tentacle creatures could not stop his yawns or the way his brain seemed to have decided it was done for the day. His mind was back to being filled with hums and random images from children’s cartoons and there was very little that was clear or grown-up.
Occasionally the tentacle creature seemed to need a human for romance because Wren’s mind was sorting through his toys for something called a Ken doll, but he had left that in Texas based on his frustration.
But when the sexual activity of monsters became his primary thoughts, I decided he was done with bathtime.
“Are you ready for a bottle?” Taking the assumptive role, I reached for a washcloth and performed a quick wipe down of my boy before unplugging the tub.
He liked to have a shower in the morning, so I wasn’t worried about actually cleaning him too much as I let the bubbles deflate and the water cool. “I think cuddles and cartoons may have been next on our plan.”
He would’ve needed to use words to actually argue with me, so all he gave me were pouts and sighs as the water escaped and I rinsed off his toys. He could’ve performed the fit I had seen others do, but thankfully he was too tired for that and seemed to want to cuddle.