Hideaway Strath Tell me your story, I'll remember it always

 

When Lotte pulled Eirlys closer Ceallach giggled, mostly because he had escaped the bath his sister was succumbing to. He didn't notice any difference, even in her quiet nature, and found that she was one of his favorite playmates just because it was easier to let his imagination run wild while he wove stories for them both. "How's 'bout stories when you were smalls?" Ceallach never grew tired of those stories, hearing of his mother's youth and the tales of her siblings too made him happy. 

It made him think of his own siblings, and he was glad to have them, not like Sirius who didn't have siblings. Well. He kind of did but they weren't there so they didn't get to count.