Hushed Willows Trying hard not to fall on the way home

No amount of crying had prompted their mother to pay attention to him, which he'd found to be problematic. Eventually, his whining had reached an end and he'd grown silent, hiccuping every now and again. His body was so small that every one forced him to jolt upwards, offering to him a feeling that was entirely new. At times it had hurt, but his mind had been far too preoccupied by this new thing! to really bother with finding a way to cease it. Eros would have continued like that for awhile had his brother not bumped into him, the sudden touch having created quite the fright within the firstborn. Climbing atop him was none other than Kavos, though the identity was something that he didn't yet know about. It was simply another mass, he believed, a soft form that sometimes fought with him over a teat.

The quest for milk had been forgotten, head lifting as he'd tried to find out what was on him. An attempt made at moving forward had failed, and trying to turn had only seemed to make him more uncomfortable. Again, he'd whined, then began to wiggle around with unclear intentions.