Golden Glade Damn, who raised you?

aengus' mood was worse than curdled milk. no, it was like popping the last egg in your omelet and finding out it was rotten and having to throw out the whole damn thing. sionnach withdrew, positively repulsed by his surliness. damn, he was living up to the frostfur of his name today.

she gave the boy an equally squinty gaze, half-mockingly.. but sionnach could take a hint - especially when it was presented so overwhelmingly obviously. giving the bull the space he needed, sionnach gave a little huff of impatience but didn't attempt a second siege on his little ears.