Redhawk Caldera my whole life is thunder.

Ohmigod, went Lagan's brain as Eljay actually accepted. The boy's bright apple green eyes nearly bugged out of his head in his excitement. His chest heaved with the force of his pants as he backed up, offering Eljay space to rise. But the older Blackthorn seemed unable to get to his feet, which should have concerned Lagan but for some reason didn't, because then he asked to be brought some beetles instead. "Yeah!" he agreed readily, and then his eyes bugged a second time when Liffey offered to help.

He loved his twin dearly, truly, he did. But sometimes Liffey was a little too girly for him. Lagan had a measure of Elwood's optimism and in time he might come to show his father's wisdom, too, but in his youth he had more of Finley's adventurous spunk and verve, and it showed in his mischievous giggle. "The grossest," he promised, missing the rather disgusted look on his sibling's face as he sprang away. "We'll be right back, Jay! C'mon, Liff!" The beetles were a short jaunt away, and Lagan went full speed ahead, grinding to a stop when he found the large moist rock again.

He didn't even stop to check if Liffey had followed him or bailed. He dipped his nose down and flipped the rock with enthusiasm, sending two impressive water beetles and one truly horrendous cockroach scrambling in the damp soil beneath it. Chuckling, he went right for the cockroach, attempting to scoop it up in his jaws without eating it. This one would be for Eljay.