Meadowlark Prairie versailles

It was father, alive and well — !

Hypnos cavorted through the trees as if they were strands of reedy grass, then when he hit the true grass he felt as if he were swimming; the sky-sea expanded across his back, magnificent, overwhelming. 

He stared up as he ran, craning his neck. When that proved difficult (as he tried to track the clouds with wide eyes at the same time) Hypnos felt a wave of vertigo sweep him off his feet. He spun, staggered, and with a giggle, collapsed among a patch of herbs.

The feigned sleep stopped as he snorted and rolled, kicking out his legs in coltish fashion, only to find his toes netting against something soft. Oh? Hypnos peeped, reaching, hugging close the body of his sister which, to him, wasn't even there.