Hushed Willows you're my heaven, you're my hell

@Amara

It had been nearly a month since Kavos had been born. Despite his dark beginnings, the eldest child had found his light in the world: the one that called him Chalky. He pinned for the other’s company and wished for him to come and sweep him away from all the darkness that he felt.

He had just woke from a nap as a gentle wind rolled into the family den. He was stationed near the entrance of the den, away from his family. Despite waking, he barely stirred and instead remained on his side as he blinked his eyes open and adjusted to the strong afternoon light.