Not bothering to wait for Cyrus to wake up from his rest after heading into the city, a smaller but still familiar version of his brother slips into the cabin, up the ladder and into the bed next to the former angel.
Baring his teeth briefly, hearing that annoyance in Cyrus’s voice, he has to work to keep from flinching away. “Yes?”
Exhausted from my work in the city, I was sleeping soundly in the wide plush bed when a warm body crawled in along side me. In my weary, worn state, my subconscious registered only that the form was warm and the spirit familiar. That was enough.
With a deep drowsy exhale, I reached out and wrapped an arm around the being, snuggling sleepily up to it and resting my chin against the top of it’s head. A content sigh and my consciousness was already sinking again into the pleasant void of sleep.
It isn’t long before he settles, however, allowing the touch and letting out another quiet trill. “I’m not sure.”I stared blankly for a moment, letting just finger drop away from him. “Your marks are different….you’re…a child?" I asked curiously, still staring in wonder.
“It looks like it, doesn’t it?” He doesn’t sound happy, and if he had been able to pout, he would have been.
I can feel the unhappy emotions rolling off of him and I shifted absently, sitting cross legged now as I stared at him. “I suppose…” I blinked, confused, then voicing the question stumping me. “How did it happen?”