better, stronger, faster... smarter?

it felt so nice to get out of that stuffy old den!

Godbrand marched along with his little tail held high, chin raised and his eyes trying to take everything in at once. Ma was tired as usual, but he and his siblings were big enough to go outside alone. she was probably watching them from the mouth of the den anyway and if shit went down, he knew all he had to do was call for someone and they'd come running. Beryl was off doing something though, and Gimli was probably practicing smashing his head against a boulder. he was most likely, a hundred percent, the normal one. ...okay, that was a lie. Beryl was the only normal one.

but at least Gimli was fun. "Gims!" he shouted, trying to locate his brother. Godbrand looked away for what seemed like a brief moment before he felt he smacked into something. hard. "oof!" the wind knocked out of his little chest, he'd roll backward and stare into the face of some guy he'd never seen before. he was huge and had big old fangs hanging from his mouth. Godbrand tried not to appear too frightened; this guy smelt like Pops. that meant he was in Ashen.

twisting his body to get to all fours, he'd stare up at the man like he knew what he was doing. Bran's fur fluffed up and he bounced around the man's legs. "you're too big!" he blurted out, attempting to be brave and not insanely shook up. "that ain't fair! I wanna be that big!" then nobody could push him around!