The Heartwood a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime

LMAO YOU'RE SO FINE LIKE I SWEAR THIS JUST MAKES IT BETTER

Lagan's face turned into a confused frown as Cypress began sputtering out words like Porky Pig at the end of a Looney Tunes episode. Had Lagan done something to upset him? Had Lagan broken him? Or was the raven boy just self destructing? Finally Cypress managed to piece together his sentence and it seemed what he had said wasn't what he'd meant at all. Lagan hadn't noticed, because it'd sounded like Cypress was just bragging playfully. That was the kind of thing Lagan would've said to Liffey when they played together. But it seemed bragging wasn't condoned wherever Cypress came from, because boy was he apologizing for it.

Dude it's all good! I don't get offended by bragging, and who knows. You might be like a kick rock star or something! Lagan replied, very chill as usual. Cypress explained that he was just gonna go ahead and kick the darn rock, and Lagan chuckled. He resumed his play bow, and zoned in on the stone. Cypress let loose on the thing, and it arched towards Lagan. It was not at all a bad kick, but unlike Cypress, Lagan did think of himself as a bit of a kick rock champ.

It skittered to the ground and Lagan was on it in seconds. He got a running start and kicked as hard as he could, he watched the rock go up into the air, then land at Cypress's paws. It wasn't as cool as he'd hoped, but he hadn't failed either.

The two boys played kick rock for quite some time, and it came to a point where winning didn't matter. When finally a tired and chubby cheeked boy called it quits, the two new friends said farewell and returned to their homes.