I am full of light, I am full of wonder
He follows just as quickly as she’d expected, following behind her on a chilly winter wind. Once he solidifies and the creature is spotted, her eyes fix upon his, happy to see her own enthusiasm reflected there.
Darwin’s gaze follows Weir’s, and when he mentions the animal’s scientific name Neva does her best to replicate it. “Lee-on-toe-pith-i-cus rose-alia” Not perfect, but pretty close. She’s been trying hard to learn how to pronounce the tricky latin words and while it’s been slow going she’s made a definite improvement.
Weir speaks up and reveals the creature’s common name, which is far easier for Neva to pronounce. “Tamarin or marmoset.” Her eyes follow Weir’s and Darwin’s back up to the treetops, where the little worried face peers out at them below. “Poor thing.” A tear wells up at the corner of her eye when Darwin mentions that the species is endangered. Poor creature, to be struggling so much for existence in it’s own homeland, then to end up here, all alone and likely very afraid.
She turns her head to look at her father, concern seeping through her youthful voice. “You can help it, right daddy? You can help it get back home?” Her father’s powers are probably the best chance the creature has. After all, they are horses, and without Weir’s gifts there’s no way for them to even get close enough to the poor tamarin. And they are so far from the Jungle … it’s unlikely the little animal would be able to find its way home by itself.