Hideaway Strath to gaze upon you everyday but be denied your touch

Ceallach does not rise as early as his father nor his brother. It isn't from a lack of interest, for the boy is much like a sponge soaking up all the stories and information he can. Instead it is purely a comfort thing as among his siblings and parents he finds a great cozy sensation he is loathe to pull himself from. Today, though, he feels as Roarke leaves and blinks back his sleepiness with a loud comical yawn. His head tilts for a moment watching his pale sibling as his figure grows smaller and smaller and finally the youngest Fearghal pushes himself up on his feet and trails after his brother. 

He creeps, quiet like a mouse (in his head, at least!) until Roarke is stopped by some passing fancy. It is then that Ceallach's bum wiggles, all cat preparations as he fixates on his brother before he launches himself forward with a (meager) warrior's cry and a fit of giggles into his brother.