Hushed Willows Trying hard not to fall on the way home

Kavos’ existence was stale. At this point in his young life, the palest of the trio was merely there-- his life as stimulating as the life of a potato growing underground. He did not venture, explore, or receive much stimulation-- at this point here merely just lived.

He had been sleeping at Amara’s side, his consciousness only coming to be as the sad strumming of his sibling’s cires came to be. As their solemn symphony came into play, Kavos lifted his head in their general area and wriggled forwards blindly, eventually coming into contact with Eros. Momentum in his wriggle only increased as he started to climb onto his brother’s rear-- his destination unknown in that moment.