Adjusting to home
Syryn wasn't sure how he should act around the little boy who was his brother. As the redhead got closer to him, a sliver of panic quickly appeared in his eyes.
"You'll be fine, Ryn," Rowan assured him but Syryn wasn't so sure.
Lucien slammed into Syryn and hugged him so tight that the mage felt the air whoosh out of his lungs. He hugged back the redhead who smelled like apples and something floral.
"Syryn," Luci's voice was muffled as his face was pressed against the mage's shirt. "I knew you'd come back."
Another moment of panic gripped him. What should he say?
Act like a brother.
[I don't know how to be a brother!]
Think about how Drevin would talk to his little mermaid sisters.
"Syryn?" Big misty red eyes turned up to look at him.
Rowan came to the rescue of the floundering Syryn. "Luci, your big brother is a bit exhausted. How about we go inside and talk?"