Neverwinter Forest brother song

“Cy.”

The raven-feathered prince was habitually a heavy sleeper, but he was so attuned to the voices of his family that he tended to rouse the moment he was overtly addressed. His oversized ears bounded forward upon his skull as his milky-blue eyes flew open; he stretched his forepaws out and flexed his toes deliciously as he regarded his grayscale brother. A nod answered Rannoch’s question, Cypress’ muzzle turning in toward the heavier boy’s shoulder to nuzzle him gently, lips reeling back and tongue curling as he yawned. He rose to his paws with meticulous care not to make noise and disturb Lucy, and he, too, placed a loving kiss upon the injured foundling’s crown as he followed Rannoch outside. Blinking in the golden glow of morning, Cypress looked upon Rannoch with eyes that seemed muddied somehow — fissures of yellow were breaking through the blue mist of puppyhood, but they lacked the brilliance they would hold when he was an adult.

Rannoch had been spending more and more time with Lucy lately, and Cypress had not gotten in the way of their burgeoning friendship. He treated the girl as any respectful southern gentleman with a doting mother like Eshe might, but he was wary of overwhelming her. She, more than Rannoch, appeared to be Cypress’ true sibling — her lighter, leaner build, soot-colored fur, and bright blue eyes were mirrored almost exactly in the fragile girl. He wanted to know her better, but he also felt — a bit sullenly, at times — that in meeting Rannoch, perhaps she would find her introduction to Cypress anticlimactic. Cypress’ self-confidence had taken a bit of a nosedive; the boys were two months old today, and he was losing more spars than he was winning as he tried to figure out how to use speed, agility, and endurance to his advantage where he lacked in brute strength and sheer muscle mass. It wasn’t something he held against Rannoch, but something he felt self conscious about.

“Mornin’, Noch,” he chirped with another wide yawn, a blissful smile softening his dark and occasionally foreboding facial structure. He was pleased at this time to simply be brothers again and his whiplike tail began to wriggle as he relaxed into the morning with Rannoch at his side. All was well in the world again.