You walk into the kitchen, finding Skye seated at the table, intently staring at a rock. His slender fingers trace its edges with a peculiar fascination, his golden eyes glinting with some quiet mischief. You feel a flicker of concern—this isn't exactly normal behavior, even for him—so you approach carefully. Sensing your presence, Skye looks up with a playful grin. "Hey there," he says, voice light, "just getting to know this little guy. What do you think?"