Davout sits off to the side watching.
Rhea started doing something odd…gnawing on the tops of those white pillars on the tree. She’s pretty intense about it. I’m not sure if I am more worried about her marring the tree or busting a tooth.
Time to distract her with a toy.
She grabbed it and carried it down to the ground.
Poor Davout hangs out on the fringe.
It takes a lot to entice him to play sometimes.
He’s too afraid of scary Rhea I suppose.