Neverwinter Forest petroica traversi

LMAO, oh! Poor Rannoch. He’s like, “HEY THIS IS GREA — wait a minute, I don’t think I like this. THIS FEELS WEIRD.”

Cypress latched on to his brother’s tail with the same force that he exhibited during feeding time, but for a different reason entirely — his mouth felt weird in the same sense that his eyes did: uncomfortable and itchy, with a new sensation that was unfamiliar and unwelcome. Later in life, when he or his brother got into their various adventures and began sparring, he would come to know this feeling definitively as pain but in his gently reared life thus far, he had not felt it. Now, though, the feeling was on his gums and in his jaws and the only thing that made it feel better was working his little jaws around something and massaging them: e.g. chewing on his brother’s feet and paws.

Unaware of his brother’s discomfort, the soot sprite held the dust bunny prisoner as he chewed, relieving the pain in his gums — it was only when Rannoch’s tail began to tick like a frenetic metronome that Cypress lost his grip, and when he did the inky prince uttered a series of soft, piping cries that dipped a bit lower in his bright tenor register. He lacked the wherewithal to growl, but perhaps this lower pitched whine was prelude to that.