“But, Yittlefoot, you and Mo, so- different. Maybe we shouldn’t…”
“Aw, come on, Mo! We’ll just do it once. There’s no harm in a one time thing. At least, I’m pretty sure there isn’t.”
“Mo could never tell water kin about this.”
“Yeah, and I could never tell my grandparents nor friends. They just wouldn’t understand.”
“Well, if Mo can be perfectly honest, Mo no really understand either.”
“That’s alright! We don’t have to understand our feelings. They’re involuntary; we can’t control what emotions pop into our heads. And most things that happen on their own we have little understanding of. We can’t control the bright circle, nor sky puffies, nor smoking mountains, and as such, we know very little of how they work. The beautiful thing is, we don’t have to understand them, nor do we need to comprehend the inner workings of our hearts. When they burst into song, all we should do is follow their lyrics. They’ll guide is into what we should do. So please, let’s not think about it anymore. Let’s just do it, quickly, before anyone finds us.”
“Well- okay. But just this once.”
