We're the grown ups now

Autumn had seen the Mendacium twins hit their second birthdays, and with the advent of their second trip around the sun, the new young adults had been given permission to claim any of the unoccupied caves as their own personal dens. Perhaps their parents had been thinking of them each taking one, but in much their usual fashion, the twins who had shared everything in their lives chose to move in to one together. It would mean neither would have to be living alone and Saracyn could continue to serve his duties of protecting Avacyn as the future Matriarch of Elysium. Manea had given the two some side eye, knowing their ulterior motives, but had done nothing to deny them what they requested. And so the twins had selected an empty cave further down the mountain range, up a higher path that offered a glorious view over the entirety of Alias Island and across the channel to mainland Boreas beyond. It was a large, multi chambered cave with ample room for them and far enough out of the way to afford them total privacy.

The twins had begun to move their belongings out of the familial den early that morning, and by the time the sun was beginning to move towards setting, they had gotten all of their major possessions out and moved into their new home. Saracyn had finished moving his immense bedding into his sizable new room and had padded it with a further addition of soft and plush lynx and marten furs, making it as silky soft and luxurious as possible. He knew the bed would be getting a lot of use now that he and Ava were both fully grown adults—along with likely every other surface and part of their new home—so he aimed to make it as comfortable, cozy, and durable as possible. A trace of a sly smirk slid over Saracyn's lips while he inspected his work. Pleased with how his bedchamber had turned out, he headed back to the main common space to see how his sister was faring with her move-in.  

"Saracyn Mendacium"