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

It was as he laid that he was beckoned. Taking his time, Kavos lifted his head and eventually turned to his mother with burning eyes. What did she want? The thought crossed his mind quickly, but the child did not speak. Instead, he merely looked at his mother with a look that seemed to ask, “What do you want?”

Personally, Kavos would have rather turned around and went back to sleep but the peppered child would not deny his mother her daily glare.