We can be the musketeers

He took in a deep breath of the surprisingly cool spring air. It was here, it had come at last. The boy was a year old, and adventure awaited him. Surely he was old enough now to make his own way in the world. To explore, and find his place. He did not want to do it alone. He had promised Ruin he would go with her, and he intended to do exactly that. He planned to be at his sisters beck and call. She was the smart one, he was just good at finding trouble. She planned mischief as easily as she breathed.

He hoped to drag another along with them. His twin was always there. He felt like he could always turn around and find the brother, twin of his heart. He went looking for Ku first, sticking his nose in the air and prancing about as he moved through his brother's favourite spots, searching.