Hushed Willows Kissing up on fences and up on walls on the way home

When his siblings had started to discover the world around them, to grow curious, he’d not been far behind. The light that shown into the den intrigued him, as well as ensnared him within an imaginative trance whenever shadows flickered throughout it. He was drawn towards it, much like a moth to a flame, but never had he considered leaving. To fear the unknown was not his style, but, to even consider venturing out into it made him feel uneasy. Tugged and enticed, he wanted to see all that laid beyond the confines of the only home that he’d ever known, but it just hadn’t happened yet. Eros had started to think recently—truly think, that is, rather than be bombarded by nonsensical ramblings—and it was those thoughts that lured him in just as well as they pushed him away. Something told him that there was much to see out there, whilst another thing insisted that his time could be better spent doing something else. Something like gaining the affection of his mother, though such was a task that he’d slowly started to realize might never be completed. And with that realization there came more freedom from himself, his brain, and thus washed over him the urge to do what had previously been left untried.

It was on uncertain legs that he’d crept forward, abandoning his post against the farthest wall of the den. Tentative were his steps, careful and slow, unused to walking and wishing not to wake anyone by falling flat on his face. It was just as he’d rounded his mother’s (hopefully) sleeping body that it was realized he’d have one less being to worry over waking. Near to the exit, another small form was spotted, which he’d recognized as being his sister once the distance between them was lessened. The sight motivated him to move faster, the idea of being bested—because everything was a competition—by his own flesh and blood having been just what he’d needed to throw caution to the wind. Of course, Eros realized immediately that he’d made a mistake by pushing his legs to move quicker, for no sooner had he began than he was falling forward. Should Prialux not notice his flailing figure and move out of the way, he was sure to crash right into her backside.