Swiftcurrent Creek Like waves of sweet fire

Zephyr is stubborn, but so is Helios. The raven boy stays a dead weight nestled against his youngest sibling, unwilling to move for he is finally growing comfortable. Out here, he can breathe. Pausing his grooming, his tongue sticks out between his lips, eyes turning from the night sky to stare at Zephyr for a long moment. « Is so, » he counters. Nothing can hurt them. Otherwise their parents will kick its ass back to the shadowy depths of wherever it came from.