Aethrie squealed and fell over on her backside, startled by his sudden appearance. "Daddy found me! Aethrie count!" She had not yet grown a competitive streak, so she had no problem losing as long as it was fun.
She bounded over to the center of the clearing, plopped herself down, looked at Veraxitoc, then curled up in a ball and put her tail over her eyes. "Aethrie count!" she announced, then began to...list numbers. "One, two, three, five, six, four, nine, twelve, TEN! Ready here Aethrie come!" She had counted 10 numbers, they just didn't happen to be in order. Who likes the number eight, anyway?