Clandestine Brook Heave Away

You said you'll never be forgiven 'til your boys are too

There was a soft chuckle at his brother’s point and a roll of his eyes in a sassy manner. “Ah, but too much of a good thing will be a bad thing, Ky.” He teased because he knew he was right. Too much water was deadly, too much food could cause issues… there was such a good thing as too much medicine as well. “But ah suppose jus’ this once, yer fine.” He teased again, as if it was his expert medical opinion.

He puffed out his chest a little, a wink back at his older half-brother as he patted his shoulder. He playfully gave a light shove with that shoulder. “Oi yer gonna get m’fur all muddy!” He shot off in a quick manner, as if that shoulder didn’t already have mud on it. He could be a little melodramatic when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t going to view that as a bad thing. A spoonful of melodrama made the medicine go down, right?

“Where ya off ta now?” He asked, curious as to what the overly adventurous pirate could possibly have up his sleeves.

Landen is travelling with Leith and Legolas

He’d never really liked that phrase, ‘too much of a good thing’. Of course, he knew the logical truth of it – too much food makes you sick and so on – but as someone who had pretty much dedicated his life to chasing pleasure, the notion of too much, was paradoxical. But he wasn’t about to hold it against his brother at any rate, especially when it was posed as part of a joke. Instead, Kyrios just shook his head, smiling at the assumed seriousness.   Landen’s reaction to the shoulder pat drew a full blown laugh from his older brother, who moved obligingly at the push, swaying side to side as he grinned; “Ahh yer so dark anyway, no’ne’ll be able t’ tell!” He added to the banter, raising another muddy paw threateningly towards the younger wolf. He kept it at the warning though, allowing the conversation to turn more serious.   In answer to the question he could only shrug, leaning back and raising a leg to scratch at his ear for a moment before saying: “D’know, north a’ s’pose, visit th’ old haunts.” He shrugged again. The Captain rarely had any set destination in mind, he just set sail and let the wind take him. Now that he was around anyway though, it seemed fitting to stop by the place he was born. “Wha’bout ye?” He turned the question back on his sibling, wondering if he too was simply exploring, or if something specific had brought him to their parents’ old hunting ground. Thoughts "Speech"

Betty Wiley