The quiet kid

Previously

…He asked about the badger’s bristly beard, about the colour of the shiny pebble, about whether the mouse had been scared when it offered the gift. The children, in turn, asked him what he thought the mouse’s name was, and if he thought the badger would ever become friends with the mouse. The sun, which had been tiptoeing around the valley, now seemed to shine a little brighter on the village square. Elara, the quiet observer, was no longer on the periphery. He was in the centre, his voice, once a hidden treasure, now a shared melody, weaving its own small, wondrous tale of connection in the heart of Whispers.