Neverwinter Forest susuwatari

It was fortunate that the soot sprite and the dust bunny were as tiny and bumbling as they were; the feeling of aloneness that wrought such fear in their little hearts bade them to rush one another like a pair of overzealous mountain goats. Both of them swinging their heads to and fro like wayward metal detectors, it was inevitable that their swaying skulls connect with a soft and harmless tok! Perhaps prelude to an undercurrent of stubbornness that might one day thicken his skull, Cypress Benvolio Frostfur didn’t seem to feel the thump of his brother’s head against his own. All he felt was the triumph of being together once more.

It must be confessed that his tiny body trembled with relief as he coiled tightly around his brother, both puppies curled tip to tail like a fluffy version of the ouroboros. The soot sprite was the yin to his pale brother’s yang — although they would grow naturally apart as they aged and matured, for now they were two peas in one little pod. Solicitous, Cypress opened his seeking mouth and closed it affectionately on his brother’s tiny origami triangle of an ear. Without teeth, he still tugged lightly as though to encourage Rannoch to follow him. Of course, he didn’t have the mindset yet to plot and plan — but as he wormed his way further away from Eshe, his squirmy body seemed to imply, “We’re blowing this popsicle stand, Noch!”