Moonspear for the life i took from you, my king

 
it didn't take much to rouse arcturus these days - while his first ventures outside the world had been fraught with particularly intimidating things (the skitter of leaves in the wind were one of those particularly intimidating things) day by day, arcturus grew bolder. his jaunts were still often curtailed by a watchful relative - an incredibly frustrating inconvenience when all arcturus wanted to do was explore.

today, his mother had left him under the imposing and watchful eye of his sister, @Hydra. he had yet to exhaust the wellspring that was her patience for childish play, and with a babble traisped through a vernal-spring puddle before bounding sloppily and muddily towards the arms of his long-suffering older sister.