Hushed Willows Trying hard not to fall on the way home

A lot of wiggling later, and the weight was thrown from his back. Of course, he had his sister to thank for his renewed freedom, but never would he come to know that. It was a victory for the masked boy, his brother no longer attempting to climb him. He was sure to forget the event in time, his mind having yet to develop to a point at which his memory was cooperative, but that didn’t make his current feeling of joy any less real. Triumphant, he’d ceased all moments and loosed a squeak unknowingly; his excitement quota for the day had definitely been well met.

Kavos’ cries went unheard, deaf ears incapable of picking up on the sharp sounds. His sense of touch worked just fine, though, and so his earlier discomfort was forgotten in favour of the softness that had moved up against him. Eros’ wobbling head found a place to rest against her, comfort discovered and the dream realm entered soon after.

Never had he heard even a hint of his siblings’ wails.