Mathias and Finnian bickered. It was generally a true statement, whether said in past, present, or future tense. Their discourse was most often sowed from deep-seated grievances rooted in their many similarities. For example, both males were quite convinced that they were the most adept at any given task, the most charming, the most persuasive... The list went on. Between the two of them any one task was certain to take five times as long as if either had opted to do it alone. Very few could stand to be in their shared company for long.
Luckily for Bryn, she found their squabbles deeply amusing.
Brynhildr watched the two black-coated males
Augustus lay flat on his back, eyes trained upwards towards the puffy clouds passing by overhead. They promised rain this evening. He could smell it on the wind, rich and heavy and all too common this time of year. His legs were filthy with mud, and it occurred to him in that moment that now his back probably was as well. He frowned for a moment, before coming to terms with it. Well, if he was already going to be filthy he might as well do the best job he could at it, right? His face split into a wide grin and he wriggled, laughing quietly at the sound of mud squelching beneath him.
Rolling to his feet, Gus turned back to