Moonspear spiky seeds

✴        The boy had entertained himself as best he could through the heat of the day, but even he could not go on without a nap. The humidity was stifling. Had he the capacity for empathy, Revui might've felt inclined to check on his brother and worry over him, but such things remained beyond him. He had spent the better part of the day exploring the mountain that was his domain; infrequent sightings of his various siblings brought their own charms and games, but he eventually hid himself away from the pestering sunlight and sulked until the air began to cool.

The evening was still and warm. It would be some time before the forested slopes reflected any change in temperature, but at least there was more wind when he crossed the open spaces. While having a jaunt across a particularly spacious segment of plateau, Revui noticed movement in the corner of his eye — a rat, or a vole, or something equally small trying to escape the oncoming creature — and he bolted after it. His snapping teeth and gleeful grunting could be heard through the trees. As he emerged on the other side of a rocky bend, he was facing his mother — and the small critter hung bloodily from his teeth.