Neverwinter Forest brother song

It didn’t occur to Cypress that Rannoch was bluffing. The grayscale cub played a good game of it, his gaze dancing from bough to brush to the sky itself, and his raven-feathered brother was left to marvel at his feigned perceptiveness. The look of discomfort that Rannoch set upon his older, leaner littermate was met with a sobering glance. “Noch, whassamatter?” Cypress questioned again, more insistently this time, his brow furrowed as he took a smattering of behavioral cues from the blue-eyed boy. Rannoch’s eyes were changing, too, from winter blue to brilliant turquoise — but the difference was so subtle and natural Cypress couldn’t mark it. It frustrated the muddy-eyed boy that his brother was refusing to tell him what was going on — Rannoch was clearly upset and worried about something — but he set it aside with a roll of his shoulders, the mantle of silver-edged black hair along his nape and shoulders ruffling like an agitated avian. He, too, averted his eyes, sauntering over to a nearby tree to proclaim his ownership of it. If Rannoch wasn’t going to talk, neither would Cypress! So there!

“I, uh, lookin’,” Rannoch said then, and one of Cypress’ too-tall ears swiveled to show he was paying attention. “An, dun think she ‘ere.”

Cypress assumed incorrectly that Rannoch’s taciturnity had come about due to his disappointment in their cousin’s not being home and instantly forgave his brother with a swift turn and pad of paws. He bumped the underside of Rannoch’s chin decisively — a physical manifestation of “Chin up, Noch!” — and grinned toothily at the younger boy. “Don’ matter none,” he reassured the dandelion fluff prince with a flicker of their mother’s Southern charm. “Issokay, Noch.” He was eager to follow the other boy, and when Rannoch dove toward the tunnel Cypress was swift to follow. Differences in their bearing were made clear as Rannoch smashed through the branches like a fluffy battle tank and Cypress chose to weave and duck and dart as he slunk his way through the tunnel like quicksilver. They were both growing into their gangly legs and lengthening bodies, surefooted and capable in a way that would make their father proud.