[PRP] Shadows on the wall [Hisse'Vanda x Daeron]

[Princess_Feylin]

Like his sister, Daeron had observed the sentinels' passing, but he had not thought a great deal about it. After ascertaining that the shadows did not belong to anything particularly threatening, he had been quite content to go back to sleep. Except something in the den was moving and making noise, and for someone who slept as lightly as Daeron did, that was a problem.

He blinked his eyes open and looked around, initially spotting nothing out of the ordinary in the den. Piles of fur which were the sleeping bodies of his siblings, the assorted paraphernalia they brought home with them from time to time, some leftover meat...nothing to remark upon. It didn't occur to him to count his siblings, or do anything more than try to get back to sleep, until something crackled at the mouth of the den.

Now Daeron was completely awake, his fur fluffing up in a futile attempt to look larger and more threatening. He bared his teeth and stomped toward the mouth of the den, his weight too minimal to make any noise, despite his gait. Fighting wasn't really his thing, but defending loved ones absolutely was, and if no one else was awake, the task obviously fell to him.

Or it would have done if the supposed intruder wasn't just his stupid sister. Daeron groaned softly and plopped his butt down, waiting for her to notice him in the shadows.

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[Princess_Feylin]

Daeron blinked. It hadn't occurred to him to tell. Sure, Hisse had broken the rules, but they were kind of silly rules anyway, in his opinion. They lived safely in the pride, and the sentinels had just gone by. They couldn't be any safer if they tried.

"Uh, sure. Okay," he agreed. He was definitely too young to figure out that because she was something of a tattletale, Hisse expected others to be, too. Daeron mostly figured no harm had been done, and a great deal of harm would be done if they woke everyone up.

"Are we safe?" he asked. It was difficult to tell if he was teasing her or genuinely curious, but he peered around Hisse as if he actually wondered, so probably he had asked in earnest.  

[Princess_Feylin]

Daeron was pleased to have made his sister happy, but he really couldn't see what the big deal was. Everyone would be mad at both of them if they were woken up. It just made more sense to keep quiet and disturb no one. He returned her smile and tried to convince his fur to lie flat again. There was no threat, no one to intimidate, and therefor no reason for him to be all fluffed up.

"Probably," Daeron agreed, eying Hisse warily. He knew what pounce positions looked like, and he knew that he was hardly the best in the litter when it came to evading being pounced. "But something really big, or a lot of smaller somethings could come, and then maybe they wouldn't be able to handle it."

He had tried to distract her from her purpose with talking, but to no avail. She was already flying through the air and he was going to go down. Of course. He reminded himself that he was going to be a magi and then no one would pounce him, but that seemed a long way off and right now he was being squashed by his sister. Again. At least he hadn't squeaked or something truly unmanly.

"Get off, or I will tell," he grumbled, trying to dislodge his sister. It was time to sleep, not play, and he very much wanted to get back to doing the former.  

[Princess_Feylin]

"Yep," he agreed. He was being very agreeable. It was a side effect of sleepiness.

He wasn't bothered by the idea of hiding in the mists. That was how things were done. It was a cleverness thing. He didn't want to bother explaining that to his sister right now though. That would delay the sleeping even longer. He restricted himself to saying, "The mists are useful."

"Between the mists and our father? Even if someone does show up, they'll get lost and then minced," he reassured her. He had to put that kind of faith in the warriors of the pride because he absolutely wasn't one, and so he had to rely on them totally for protection. Knowing their father was one of them made it much easier for him. He trusted his father implicitly. He was young, after all.

"Come on. Let's go back to sleep," he suggested hopefully.  

[Princess_Feylin]

Daeron was delighted (in a lazy, sleepy sort of way) that Hisse had gone along with his suggestion to go back to sleep. Where she got all her energy, he would never know. There were days when it seemed like simply stumbling out of the den and to his lessons would sap all of his strength. Well, no. Not his strength. It wasn't like he was weak or anything. He just seemed to always be tired.

He led the way back to where everyone else lay sleeping and tried to calculate as he walked how many more hours of sleep he could expect. It wasn't exactly a cheering thought process, but the number was not so low that he saw no reason to give up on sleep completely, like he did some nights when he was woken by a sound, or an unfortunately placed kick, or for no discernible reason whatsoever.

"Besides," he mumbled as he curled up into a comfortable position, "you're here, aren't you? You'd kill them good and dead."