Deepwood Weald if we shine

When Asmoses shouts back, Caerus temporarily forgets the stranger, ruby gaze looking down at the dust bunny, repulsed. Not a thought crossed his mind that the boy shouldn't be taught bad words (Cupid said them rather freely, after all,) and all he could think when the boy was talking was that his lisp made his speech sound foolish. Nevermind that Caerus had had a lisp once, too- the time he had come to greet them had been to Liliana anyway, while Asmoses had slept, so it was totally available material to bully him with, especially since distinct memories from that early were likely no longer with the sister, either.  

When the child was finished with his outburst, Caerus snickered, ear flicking up to acknowledge the Moonspearian again. No problems here. I think this little asshole is just sensitive. Caerus laughed, nudging the boy's backside rather roughly with his snout, fantastic joke material right there going straight over his head. But seriously, Asmoses. You're too small to be coming out this far. I really don't give a fuck if you want me here 'cause I'm gonna protect your sorry ass from hungry hawks 'n' shit. He muttered down to the boy. Ruby gaze flit back to the stranger, ears flattening in a slightly apologetic look, as if he was a mother consoling a crying toddler in the grocery store.