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Cypress was occasionally a rather cantankerous prince, but even at this early age he found himself deeply attuned to the moods and movements of his dust bunny brother. The frustration he felt at losing his grip on Rannoch’s tail quickly dissipated, for although he was of a more solemn disposition than his younger brother, he had a clear inclination toward joy and laughter given his doting upbringing. “I’m okay! I’m okay!” he hastened to reassure the youngest Frostfur, his nose tenderly snuffling the downy fur of Rannoch’s cheek. Rannoch was a sensitive sort, and perhaps if he kept this quality as he grew, Cypress would continue learning how to put his own feelings of disappointment aside in favor of offering succor to the dust bunny.

He did not mouth at the other boy but lay quietly beside him, pressing his cheek to Rannoch’s as he stared out in front of him with new and untutored eyes.