Hideaway Strath that is the thing that calls to all of my kind

backdated before kahlil's disappearance. for @Mallaidh! ♥

The morning sun has begun it’s rise into the sky like a hero of the story brought to fight the dark throes of night. At the moment, it served little more than annoyance to Roarke who squinted against it’s unobscured beams with little more than offense to his expression. Typically, he rises shortly after Arturo to take, swift of foot, to his own adventures despite the trouble he has found himself in for them previously. He does not listen and is not aware of the consequences that are about to find and bind him. His belly is blissfully full of fresh rabbit brought to them by …someone. Specifics fall short of his gratitude which he shows in his plight to devour his breakfast. The weight of a full and content belly is heavy upon him and gives him a sudden air of sloth. He plops down in the shade of the nearest underbrush and stretches lavishly among the grasses, letting out a small noise of pleasure as his muscles expand and contract pleasantly with the motion of stretching. The blissful, luxurious life of any young prince, surely. His eyes close giving him the appearance of being asleep though he is merely resting his eyes, stretched lavishly and unconcerned for propriety as such things yet encumber mind too young. He should be practicing, sparring with a sibling or Sirius or …in some cases an adult if he can manage to charm them into it but currently he is content to be lazy and allow his breakfast to settle, enjoying the warmth of the sun and a privileged life.