Arrow Lake The terror you feel in quiet moments is not misplaced, just mistimed

He was too entranced by the play of shadow and light overhead to notice that he was cold; no one remained at their side to keep the babes warm. It didn't last for too long, thankfully. Aure descended on them in the thicket, humming soft words in a strange tongue he could not hear. His ears remained small and pressed to his scalp, unresponsive for now, but Dragomir did respond to Aure's colourless face looming over him.

His face split into a giddy baby's smile, with a bubbling of huffed giggles, but then he gathered all his strength in his legs and sought to push her away when she started nibbling on his brow. He met the action with a ticklish shriek and a heave of his small body as he tried to push himself away—it seemed he was too overwhelmed to be coddled in that fashion just now.