Not much had changed for Koekje in the days that he and his mother, along with his father, had been banished from the Chamber. He still ran and jumped and played, except just with his mother instead of the other Chamber inhabitants. She used her magic to play games with him, to create fantastical creatures and at night he never feared the terrors that others did; for he knew his mother would keep him safe. It was for that very reason that he entered into the Playground, trotting along on spindly legs, occasionally stopping to snuffle at a random track or grab a mouthful of blossoms from whatever plant was closest.
His mother was given to fits of rage lately and knowing the power she possessed Koekje had asked to go to the Playground for a few days. Seraph knew he would be well cared for there and thus he held his head high, prancing along. In his mind he was full-grown and was returning from a tough battle against a wily fox.
He danced and darted here and there, imagining that he'd happened across a pair of wolf pups alone and that they wanted to play; being too young to understand exactly what he was to them. Cheerful snorts and laughter is head as he cavorts through the sun, wondering in his mind if perhaps someone else would happen along so that they could play tag or hide and seek or something.
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K O E K J E
A million pieces of me on the floor