Neverwinter Forest with the young and rich

Movement!

Caught in that half-slumbering stupor that can only truly be felt when one is a small babe ignorant of the pain and fear that lurks in every corner of the world outside, Cypress remained still as Rannoch beat him to the First Smile milestone. Yet as Rannoch wriggled and Eshe coiled in a protective ring around her sons, the inkblot roused fully. Like a tiny heat seeking missile, he bumbled about with his mouth open, feeling his way along with his blunt baby nose as he peeped softly. The low thrum of vibration as Eshe spoke to Rannoch caught his attention as he began to worm and wiggle his way to the crook of her neck — as much of it as he could reach, anyway. His deaf ears strained forward on his head, two tiny tissue paper triangles, as he swung his head to and fro like the cane of a blind man. The world was confined to the senses of touch, taste, and smell, and he used all of them to find the familiar feel of his dust bunny brother and the coveted kisses of his mother.