Blackfeather Woods the rains of castamere

Laughter suddenly sounded from somewhere behind him, only adding to the the eeriness that embedded the woods. Despite this, Atshen did not bat an eye as he knew instantly who the laughter came from. Honestly, the idea of entertaining Keelut was not one that he wished to pursue. So instead of turning away from the noise, Atshen continued away from it in favor of his current interest: Mother. Surely she wasn’t far.

Instead of his pale-sibling losing interest, as the stormborn had assumed what would happen, Atshen soon found himself a new shadow. The other followed his every step whilst cacking like a crazed hyena. Though the noise easily grew into an annoyance, the darker child’s mind began to churn as he began to plot the ways in which he could mess with his brother.

Suddenly, the Spiderling veered east as one wicked idea came to mind. Though Atshen was usually stoic in expression a rare, almost menacing, smile slithered onto his dark lips as he moved his plan into action. He was heading into an area of the forest where there was a heavier density of trees. Lying at the feet of every tree were roots that seemed to jut up almost randomly. It was his hope that he would somehow be able to (literally) trip up his brother so that he would fall flat on his face.

What fun this would be, Atshen decided solemnly as he slunk off.