All that the light touches

He grinned at his brother, warmed by his desire to try. “save it for something really important, how about that?” He suggested, so his brother didn't feel obligated today. This moving in thing was new, and Wylan was okay to give it time to settle. “That's a great idea, and it'll really be home once we hang some herbs in here” he added. The stuff their mum always had in the den, like lavender. That was a smell that meant ‘home’ to him, and would help clear out any lingering smell from whatever experiment Basilisk had been working on. On purpose or not.


With renewed energy (he really bounced back from most things pretty fast) he ducked out of the den, and trotted down the ramp with enough speed to make it dangerous. Yelling out as he did so. “Rave you to finding the best branch!”