A/N: Not much to say, except for please leave a review with your thoughts. I'm going to use this space to go on a little rant that might seem conceited, but... I have really been wondering about the lack of reviews lately! Is this happening all over fanfiction, or just to me? Maybe for Tamora Pierce, it's the whole reorganization thing, but it's happening in my other fandoms too. I know people are reading, because I get a lot of hits. But honestly, are my stories just not good enough to merit a review? Then PLEASE tell me what I can do to make them better! Every review is so much appreciated. I know some of my fics belong to relatively obscure fandoms, but still, I see that I've had 20 visitors and only 1 review or something. It makes me sad. So please, if you have anything to say at all, good or bad, let me know! (End of rant. To everyone who DOES review a lot of my stuff, BIG THANKS! I really do appreciate it so much!)

Anyway, this is a cute little idea that came to me and I just couldn't let it go. Numair fluff, Sarra cuteness. I haven't ever written the kids before, so I thought I'd give it a try.

Words: 341
Characters: Numair, Sarralyn
Time: Anytime when Sarra is still young
Genre: Family

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to Tamora Pierce. Not me.

"Listen, Sarra," said Numair. He had to sit on the floor and bend almost all the way forward so their faces would be level. "Shh, Sarra. Listen. With your ears. You know where your ears are, don't you? Point to your ears."

The little girl only giggled, putting one of her tiny hands into her mouth and sucking on her fingers innocently. When Numair gently removed her fingers from her little mouth, she let out a happy squeal. Her nose suddenly transformed into a cat's nose, and soft ears popped out of her fuzzy hair.

"Look at you. You're turning feline on me," said Numair, patting her ears and lifting her into his lap. "'Feline' means 'cat-like,' you know, Sarra. Can you say that? Feline?"

Sarra only stared up at him, her bright eyes wide with wonder.

Deciding that she need more explanation, Numair pointed to his mouth. "Talking comes from your mouth," he said. Then he pointed to his ear. "Sound is what you hear." Twice more he pointed from his lips to his ear. "See?"

His daughter studied him for a second. Then she stood up on his knee, stumbled forward, and pressed her mouth to Numair's ear in a sloppy, giggly sort of kiss. When she fell backwards into his lap again, her cheeks were with bright red with joy. She was smiling so much that she quickly sprouted little whiskers and a fluffy tail.

Numair let out a laugh, lifting her into the air and setting her on his shoulders as he stood up. She laughed in delight and patted his head, her cat's tail swishing in even patterns across his back. She was so small that Numair almost couldn't feel her weight on his shoulders. But all the same, he grinned broadly, so aware that she was there, his beautiful little girl.

Sarra then began to yank on his tender head, pulling out a fistful of dark, silver-streaked hair. She laughed again, and this time, her feet turned into tough, miniature paws.

Numair sighed, somehow unable to stop smiling.