Neverwinter Forest with the young and rich

As Eshe thoughtfully adjusted her angle, careful to give both boys a buffer so they would not fall to the earth like two potatoes, Cypress slid down the silky fur of her neck and shoulder — whee! — and was carefully picked up and placed between her forelegs alongside his brother. Burbling excitedly, a myriad of babyish grunts and whines that spilled haphazardly from his lips, Cypress turned his face blindly toward his mother and “stared” at her intently. He enjoyed the sensation of speed and flight, though he couldn’t quite classify his emotions so clearly, but he adored his mother. Unsmiling, though not in a petulant way, Cypress regarded her like an artist contemplating his next great work. As she leaned forward to shower her princes in kisses, Cypress felt the touch of Rannoch’s small body against his and swung his head blindly in the dust bunny’s direction, grunting as he did — oo-oof-foof! — and curling tightly against his brother. They fit together like two Lego pieces, a tiny yin-yang symbol, clustered together within their mother’s protective embrace.