Neverwinter Forest i felt free

Rannoch burst into a blustering, screeching rage — and Cypress, annoyed as much by the noise as he was by the butterflies themselves, furrowed his brow with a stony scowl. They had to rid the forest of these winged interlopers; a vague sense of duty swelled within the princes’ breasts. It was impossible, though, to think when one’s brother was barking up a storm. “Nah,” Cypress moaned, flopping down into a sad puddle of puppy as he covered his head and ears with his oversized paws. “Ky-yuh pea!” he yapped, striving for politeness. “Quiet please!” It was a term that Eshe used whenever Rannoch and Cypress used their sleeping father as a mountain and crowed victory atop his rhythmically rising and falling flank. Eshe never spoke sharply to the boys, and it was for this reason that Cypress entreated his brother instead of scolding him outright. Lest Rannoch become offended by Cypress’ request, though, the pudgy little raven approached his dandelion fluff brother and lightly butted his nose against the younger boy’s shoulder. “Awuffoo!” “I love you!”

Another idea came to the scheming raven, and he excitedly turned to Rannoch. “Nah!” he squeaked out, and rushed to the trunk of the tree. Spreading his legs like a little black sawhorse, he braced his shoulder against the truck as though peering around the side of it. Pressing his cheek and the side of his neck against the gnarled truck, he cried out, “Nah, ommy, ommy! Ge’ommy! Moun’in!” “Noch, on me, on me! Get on me! Mountain!” Perhaps if Noch could get on top of Cypress’ back, the dandelion fluff puppy could leap high enough to scatter the creatures away.