Meadow

His brother lacked a sense of humor, and it shows with the words he tells Snow in regard to his own plight to their situation. Regardless the darker brother finds his joke amusing and chuckles to himself at the fact of his sibling not wanting to spend more time with him; who would really? But there is something there in the very depths of Yoren’s tone that has him turning again to look at him, curious eyes on the slip of playful banter that was rare nowadays between them. Perhaps not all was lost then.

Not wanting to get caught just blatantly staring at the older male, Snow turns his attention to a rather nagging itch along one of his leg’s that just happened to conveniently take up all of his attention. Times such as this is why Snow stayed with his brother, because no matter how many squabbles the pair got into or disagreed over something so simple, they had a familiar bond that was hard to break and trust me, he has tried before to do so. They were all they had, all that remained to their little family; mother was buried on the highest hill back on the mainlands having finally lost hope of ever finding their father, who was also gone in the wind never to be found. Good riddance, he inwardly snorts to himself, tearing his chewing jaws away from his sand dusted skin to look at what his brother too was looking at; a vast meadow full of potential.

Maybe Yoren was right. “We could have a home again,” the sigh that leaves Snow is one of agreement, for it was very hard to deny that in this moment his brother was very much right; not that he’d ever admit it out loud. “Who would be so foolish as to take the both of us on brother?”, with those words he at last leaves his comfy position to stand on stretching legs and rub his own body against the bark of a tree like he’d watched his sibling do, the pleasure of the act evident in his own wobbly lip and perked up ears that leave his skull to appear he was actually listening for once.

“Perhaps somewhere tropical then if the cold is not to your liking,” he rolls his eyes, biting back the words that had been tempted to fly free and suggest just that; that they’d go back to where it all began. Another day then. “Mother once mentioned Atlantis, shall we try there then? Stir up some trouble for once in our boring lives,” Snow pulls back from the tree he has spent much time leaning into, ears lifted up in good spirits thus far as he turns to his brother, taking steps that at last bring him to the side of the red roan, and very carefully reach to gratefully groom away at the sand that has stuck itself to Yorem’s withers; the closest apology the other male would ever get from him for being such a thick headed idiot half the time.