Noctisardor Bypass Every performance

with the change of the seasons upon them, and the change in the new expectations that rest upon his shoulders ( his sisters’ too but he isn’t overly concerned with them ), vex draws forth when his mother’s call breaches the frosty air. the sweet-musk scent of fall hangs heavy in the bypass and it clings to him with vigor as he’s chosen to make a bed of decaying leaves beneath the low hanging branches of a tree placed strategically near a freshwater source. of course, this means vex will have to keep an eye upon it in case it rained like it had in august again. if it overflowed it’s boundaries then he’d have to find a new place to sleep but for now it is his spot.

he pays his sisters little mind — a brief glimpse is given in passing; since kaertok sent them on their way out of the den vex has begun to lose whatever closeness he once had for them, though if it was developing differences or the forced time apart is unclear — as he follows after arbiter, ears cupped forth to catch her words. she speaks of a challenge, of practicing stalking on birds.

a smirk plays across the growing boy’s muzzle, teasing at the edges of his lips; a look that could’ve been considered sultry if he were older. he knows instantly that he wants to be the one to catch one, if only to impress his mother.