Don't You Worry

The boy moved from the den to the outside world, a mighty sigh leaving his tiny body. Another boring day, great. Sea green eyes peeked around as he just, well... looked. There wasn't much to do around here anyways, just sit and stare at nothing. Mom and Dad tried to talk to him, but he never really wanted to do anything at all. Looking at things was... fun? Right? Shrugging his small shoulders he laid down to the left of his own den. He knew that Amarant was there, he could smell him beside him but didn't even bother to look over. His mother said that he was his uncle, or 'Uncle Ammy' as she so fondly called him. Pah. That was so childish, and he wasn't a child! ... Kay well maybe he was. But he was no usual child. Oh no. He was cold, distant, and hadn't played a day in his life. Was he depressed? Not really, he just didn't care. Cohen cared about little at all. It drove his poor father mad and broke his mothers heart. But Ekko was old, it would seem that she was often complaining about a broken heart. He shrugged his shoulders again, flopping to his belly and resting his head on his white tipped legs. If 'Uncle Ammy' wanted to come and talk he would have to do it himself...