Swiftcurrent Creek Like waves of sweet fire

Zephyr has a tendency to hear and see what Helios cannot. Often times he wonders just what his younger sibling envisions, and why it comes into being. Perhaps it is similar to the terrors that quake him nights the raven boy gets an ounce of sleep. He feels the way Zephyr stiffens underneath his hold, and for a moment, Helios tenses out of instinct.

« No. » He hears nothing other than the fast beat of his siblings heart, of hushed breaths taken and exhaled, and the quiet of the night surrounding them. He leans his cheek on Zephyr's scruff.