Ankyra Sound even the earth no longer remembers

It had gone right over his head that this might be the improper way - or improper time - to address his brother; he was excited to see him roaming the sand and, like a herding dog, wanted to keep tabs on where all of his family members were at all times, regardless of how they felt on the subject. Reyes had never been one to covet objects; beyond the pretty stone that he had been temporarily gifted and then promptly lost, the child did not see the value in the various collectibles that Scarab had amassed. He came plunging in to the den alongside his hollering voice, eyes shut more for effect than anything (although it helped him to adjust to the shift in light and depth when they flew open again) — he came very close to colliding with Scarab until the last second, when those bright yellow eyes opened wide and the boy staggered around, careening towards one of the precious piles.

Reyes crashed in to the collection of bones, feathers, oddities and useless ends — butt first, as if he'd meant only to slide casually in to the nearest wall and promptly sit. The objects cushioned his landing but there was a chorus of crunching sounds to accompany his body's thwump!

From outside of the hideaway, any passeryby would've heard the ensuing silence broken only by Scarabs pitiful, Rey!

The menagerie wasn't wholly destroyed, but a good portion of it was now scattered beneath Reyes' plump rump and he looked positively thrilled with himself, despite the fact he was an unwelcome guest, much like a snake versus a nest of precious eggs; he looked to his brother with a big dumb grin on his face but noticed that Scarab's attention was focused on the ground, and the boy rose to his feet to creep closer, sniffling at the dirt as if to say, what's up? But all he could find were the remains of a once-proud looking feather bent in half, and that wasn't nearly as impressive as Reyes' entrance, so - what gives?