Swiftcurrent Creek Get on my shoulders, and I'll carry you all of the way

❤ April 12th is fine with me!

The noise is frightening, yet fascinating in a way that Helios cannot fathom. Whatever causes it, does not scare his parents. That is the only form of comfort the boy has. Else his siblings and he likely would have been left whimpering and shaking where they lay, huddled together in terror. Helios shudders, curling close to the warmth of his siblings until the familiar sound of another's approach alerts him to the return of their father. He feels brave. Standing, the dark boy leaves the sleeping bundle, and quietly approaches. Baby blue eyes peer curiously at Kavik, trying to resist flinching any time the thunder boomed (stinging his ears) or the light flashed (hurting his eyes). « What is this? » The raven asks in poorly pronounced French.