Bramblepoint cranky curmudgeon

Cypress underwent what appeared to be a broad spectrum of emotions in a little amount of time and Rannoch watched his sibling carefully, noticing every twist and turn of his dark-scaled sibling's facade. Even with the months that had separated the boys, it seemed as though Rannoch was still able to read every minuscule movement. These changes were most likely unnoticeable to the naked eye, little twitches setting the sea of Cypress' facial canvas into motion, but to Noch, they were so much more. 

Something within Cypress seemed to bring him to his paws and curiously, with a gentle light of his pale brows, Rannoch mirrored his sibling and stood. He licked his chops as a sense of anticipation began to settle in the depths of his breast, and in silence he waited, not knowing what to expect from Cypress. 

But then, what seemed to be out of nowhere, it happened, and Rannoch couldn't have been happier for what had been done. 

His expression brightened considerably to the slapping of his sibling's forelegs upon the ground, and he felt something stir within him. Not sure whether or not it was relief or his happiness, Rannoch did not question the light and rather fell for it, allowing it to overcome him quickly. It was as if Cypress' happiness was infectious and Rannoch succumbed to it easily, happy for a reprieve from the dark subject matter they had just endured. 

Prancing towards his brother with the elegance of a showhorse, Rannoch neared his brother, his tail whipping happily and whines slipping freely from his maw. Once alongside Cypress, Rannoch looked to his brother like he did when they were younger-- when they were void of the heaviness that had been the experience of their upbringing. Bumping shoulders with Cypress, Rannoch quickly sidestepped and turned so that he was facing Cypress, his eyes shining as he slipped effortlessly into a bow.