Swiftcurrent Creek there's a rumm-bly in my tumm-bly

Larus blinked up at the sky. The warmth of the sun was comforting, and the sudden drop in noise helped to foster a more soothing atmosphere. He didn't see the clouds drifting above him - they were too far, too pale against the blue of the sky. And it was so bright out here. The boy murmured to himself as he drifted, lazing in the grass, and then Valtyr's body wedged itself close. He squeaked softly when the warmth of his brother became apparent; then, gradually, his eyes closed and he began to doze.