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

Freedom.

A single step had revealed to the wraith a world anew, and he’d found himself disinterested in returning to the den. Overhead swayed the trees with each breath of air that slipped passed them, their branches appearing to dance in tune with an unheard song. Beyond them laid the sky, it’s cool hues being unlike anything he could recall having witnessed before. To look away had been unthinkable, but he’d done so anyways, gaze trailing along the plush edges of a cloud before descending back towards the earth. He was in awe by everything around, above, and below him, and had, if only for a moment, forgotten about his sister entirely. Down towards the grasses underfoot had his eyes fallen, and there they’d lingered whilst he’d stretched out the toes at the ends of both forelimbs. Dull nails gripped at the soft greenery, tickling him slightly, but never had he laughed. Whether he couldn’t or wouldn’t, it was unclear which category he fell under, exactly. It hadn’t matter for much longer, either, as he’d been snapped out of his trance by the sound of Pria’s whining.

Eros turned, his movements slow, so that he could stare at the girl’s trembling body. Her gaze was sought out by his own, though the fear she felt was not mimicked within his baby blue pools. He did not fear the outside world, he adored it, and would chose it over the dullness of the den any day. Marching forward, he intended to latch onto her ear just as soon as he reached her. If he were to be successful, he’d disregard her uncertainty entirely and attempt to then drag her out into the open with him.