Sun Mote Copse The Hunting of the Snark

Pox, as usual, was down for whatever games his favorite babysitter came up with for them. They were always sufficiently challenging and they filled his imagination to the brim with thoughts and ideas that excited him. He was quickly reaching the age where he wouldn't believe in things like dragons or snarks anymore, and his sitter's games would become boring as he grew too cool for little kid games like this. But for now, he loved them and looked forward to every one of them.

He listened eagerly as Wraen shared the news of her discovery. His eyes widened with surprise and righteous anger. He bumped his shoulder against @Crow (whom I shall be liberally powerplaying with permission), his voice low as he growled, "Bastards..." He didn't notice his brother roll his eyes and look away. Apparently Crow had already reached that too cool for games stage. Not Pox, though. Pox was ready for this.