The Song of My People

He'd been napping when his mother called for them. It was all he thought to do since it was raining and he couldn't go outside. He was bored, too. So he decided sleeping was the best way to make the day go by faster. When he spotted his brother go by his room though, Zagan decided to get up and head over too. He stretched when he entered, a yawn splitting his jaws before he moved to join his brothers side. Gazing up at his mother, his ears flicked lazily as he wondered what they had been called for. "Mornin' mom, what're we doing?" He hoped it wasn't sorting herbs again...that was really boring, and he really didn't want to do that again. He would rather go back to sleep than have to sort through her herbs. They always smelled so strong and made him sneeze. He glanced at his brother for a brief moment, wondering if he had just woken up, too. By the looks of it, he had. He supposed neither of them were in the mood to play today.