Redhawk Caldera Curious and curiouser

Despite still stumbling around as an incapable potato, Cinder found himself able to see far more clearly than he had the previous week. Days and nights past with little recognition from the youngster, but the rising and falling of the sun held no real interest to him. The dazzling lights caught his attention every now and then, but only because they were so much brighter than the den's soft blanket of darkness.

The boy's charcoal sibling seemed utterly determined to get on the move, often shuffling and leaning and attempting to break free from the safety of their little home, but Cinder was content to remain close to his mother's side. So when at last Tywyll found the ability to stumble toward brightness, he took no notice. He was distantly aware of the other boy's vocalisation, but his mind drifted and zoned the noises out. Until a few heartbeats later, just as he was drifting into sleep, when a sudden screech (at least, to Cinder's ears) came from the opposite side of his little world. The young boy yelped and jumped from his place, landing in a heap on the floor - such a fright his brother had caused!

With his chest heaving from that sudden scare, the ashen youth's limbs flailed and he flopped onto the ground with a tiny, but audible, thump. And then came the crying! A shaking took hold of his body, whimpering and whining over the earth-shattering bellow that had startled him so. His brother was an evil beast! A wicked, raging beast! Poor Cinder had nearly jumped out of his skin.