Face down in the dirt was the oldest of the two. With twigs in his hair, he tried his best to get back up onto all fours. White fur covered ears rose and fell against the side of his head where his wild, white hair was tangled and dirty. He looked up at the arrival of his father, brown eyes looking dazed. It was clear he was at the receiving end of the Sage tree. Why? He wasn't even sure at this point.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"H-hey dad,"</span>he mumbled, borderline concussion.<span style="color: seagreen">"I think I lost a tooth."</span><br/><br/>And indeed, he did. Daikon blinked at the white baby tooth in the grass. He could taste the blood in his mouth. Whatever just happened that caused him to get hit by a literal tree, he couldn't even remember. Daikon just knew that he was about to get babied by his mother and teased later by his younger sister. At least he would probably get extra dessert tonight while Sage cleaned dishes.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"So, trees hurt when they are smashed across your head. Why is it always me? Furyan could take a tree like nothing. We obviously need to adopt another Pamyati."</span>