Neverwinter Forest if you want it, you could get it for the rest of your life

after their excursion from the safety of neverwinter's claim, his twinshine seems more reluctant to part from his side than she ever had before. would he have been older, he might've wondered whether it was before she was worried for him; but he thinks nothing of it aside from taking note. it wasn't like he minded.

steps pause as his sister croons her nickname for him. baby blue gaze starbursting with the mismatched colors his eyes will transition to cut towards the birthing den that liliana references. he, too, smells the sweet scent of mothersmilk; and his ears twitch as he hears the sounds of suckling and slumbering within. we awwowed? he asks worriedly, ears fluttering down.

would they be greeted with the sharp teeth of a ferocious mother?

commotion draws asmoses' gaze from the birthing den, to see caerus' head popped out of some den nearby. asmoses peers over liliana's body, chin near resting on her shoulder as he gives his older brother the stink eye, not quick to forget how utterly cruel he'd been when speaking about them. the words themselves might've went over asmoses' head but he could recognize tone and context well enough.

the 'thud' draws his head and attention with a quick snap. asmoses doesn't recognize the figure collapsed nearby but it's enough to draw caerus who frets. stoically, unable to sympathize, asmoses watches the exchange, pressing slightly into liliana's side — a subconscious gesture he makes to ensure that she is still there.