Blackfeather Woods darkest days

The coughs coming from the outside woke the night child up rather abruptly. Damien was taking a nap, one of those he liked to take after the training sessions with Burke. Hell they were exhausting, but it was worth it. The eldest Melonii son was getting good at spars, and he was sure he'd become the best assassin one day. That was the dream.

He got up with the usual grumpiness and a frown, and walked to the mouth of the den where he started looking around for the source of the annoying coughs, and to his surprise-not-it was his little brother. Naughty Cicero, just about to barf. He was so obsessed with these plants that Damien thought he would eat one of those silent killers Burke was talking about the other day, and being the protective older brother he'd learnt to be, he disapproved of this behavior on his brother.

"Cero?" he called out, half growling because he'd been awaken. "You're going to die if you keep eating random plants, y'know?" Damien said, rather matter-of-factly. "Burke says that there are plants that can kill you, and you wouldn't even know when it happens."