Sleeping Dragon knowledge of causes and secret motion of things

Exploration had become a big part of Hvit's usual routine, his legs sometimes carrying him far from home, whilst other times he'd just wandered around with his sisters or parents. No matter where he went, though, all of the trekking along took a toll on his body, tiring him out with ease. It was exhaustion that had left him in a state of deep sleep, having been undisturbed by his mother's movements. Even when his father had decided to wake them all up, he'd not been quick to move, a single eye having been cracked open right before he'd rolled himself onto his other side. There, he'd tried to go back to sleep, which would have been an easy thing to do had he not heard footfalls heading towards the exit. It had been his own curiosity that had forced the boy to get up and—after having stretched out his body and shaken his coat free of debris—wander out after his sister.

The scent of food had invaded his senses, and towards the rat had his eyes then drifted. There was one. Not several like usual, but one. In response to his Eske's voice, he'd looked towards Gavriel and waited for an explanation. There had to be more hidden somewhere, right?