Deepwood Weald periodic table of the (chemical) elements
we don’t pick the ballroom,
we just dance
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The journey to the weald had brought Lycabas down a peg or two. The thiefling had not been very happy of late, with his schedule thrown off alongside all the unwanted sun exposure. His eyes adjusted much quicker these days, but he still didn't like it all the same. It was taking a great deal of effort to revert back to his active nights and groggy days.

This night was one that saw him (mostly) restored. Plucking himself from between his siblings, he paused to look down at @Melaneus.

Is he awake? Maybe not...

Having made up his mind to venture into the night with or without the shadowstalker, Lycabas tiptoed out of the den and started snuffling about for a lead to follow into the pleasantly dark woods.
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He was indeed awake.

Melaneus had heard his brother rouse, but had chosen to stay curled up and seemingly asleep, even when he had felt his brother linger at his side. Only when Lycabas had moved along and Melaneus could no longer feel his prescience did the shadowstalker unravel himself and crawl after his lighter kin.

He saw his brother through the fog-laden night. When they had first come to the Weald he had navigated the mist with great difficulty, but Melaneus had come to enjoy its shadows now.

The shadowstalker thought of practicing his stealth on Lycabas, but he already had success tonight when his brother had passed him up for being asleep. So Melaneus slunk alongside the other boy and eyed him with a quiet look,

Where are we going tonight?