Neverwinter Forest i felt free

Okay, so this idea was not one of Cypress’ best.

Squeaking as Rannoch attempted to climb atop him, Cypress discovered rather quickly that the dandelion fluff boy’s heavier muscle and bone structure made a big difference in weight. “Oof!” grunted the raven, craning his neck to look up at his brother with a comically woeful expression. “Nah so big’n s-swong!” he appraised with a giggle, using their mother’s phrase. The second Neverwinter prince was already so big and strong, in Cypress’ opinion, that he might be exempt from naptime. His brow furrowed as he thought of Rannoch’s size in comparison to their burly father, though, and he sighed relief — it would be quite some time before the grayscale cub could skip naptime, which meant that Cypress wouldn’t have to worry about being alone. Alone was a terrifying thing, and the mere thought of it bade him to scoot out from under his brother to catch him in a grappling hug. His arms spread as he sought to wrap them around his brother’s neck and shoulders, and such an embrace would only prompt him to nose and chew at the fur of Rannoch’s shoulder if he was successful.