Neverwinter Forest susuwatari

Cypress waited.

The touch of Rannoch’s tongue on his nape was an unusual sensation, but the soot sprite paused in anticipation nonetheless — was he going to be picked up? Cypress enjoyed being picked up — had he been born human, he would have loved being thrown into the air, having constant faith that he would be caught and cradled by his beloved father. That being said, he didn’t feel airborne right now. He thrust his paws experimentally against the solid ground beneath him, but they had not the strength to bear him up — they splayed awkwardly out to his sides, and he remained on his belly like a tiny, shell-less turtle.

Now the dampness was beginning to feel unpleasant, and he squirmed in Rannoch’s general direction, thrusting his paws out toward the dust bunny in mute protest. Snuffling around, rooting about with his blunt puppy muzzle, Cypress found Rannoch’s foot and latched on like a cartoon dog latching onto a dog catcher. He gummed at his brother’s foot experimentally — blep! blep!