Snow flurries danced across Pisces as they did on the rare occasion, painting the usually grey-blue cavern a brilliant, shimmery white. With the fluffy flakes coming down, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to play. The cubs were still quite young, nothing more than little rondure balls of fur, and every day was a bright, beautiful new experience of wonder to explore.

... Baroque's sisters were easily much more excited by him. Their brumal coats, slick and white, bounded out of their parent's den. Waves off puffy white snowflakes crashed upwards in their wake, and before too long the brother-cub couldn't see his sisters among the hills of frosty snow. Azure eyes blinked, the bright, harsh light of icy reflection hard enough to look at without trying to find his pure, ivory sisters. Squinting, the cub stepped forward out of the cave, his over-sized feet crunching over his sisters' daintier paw prints.

Immediately, he was struck by the cold of the substance. A shiver ran up his legs and to his spine, his growing chestnut mane frizzing up on all ends. The slush melted under the warmth of his ebony paw pads as he stood, frozen, half in the snow and half out, until he was used to the icy temperature. Cautiously, he reached his nose into the nearest pile of snow and sniffed. Flakes fluttered up into his nostrils and he let out a chuff, blowing the uncomfortable wetness as quickly as he could.

What was this stuff? It was so cold, and it didn't smell like anything at all! His lips drew back as he grumbled, making babyish rumbles at his own discomfort. The fluffy oaf crept forward, each step making him more tense than the last, until he reached the pond where he usually liked to drink. It was a lot less noisy than the waterfall, and he liked how it was closer to home... Especially with all the snow on the ground. He lowered his head to take a drink and jammed his muzzle into the hard water.

His cyan gaze went wide as he jerked back, his tongue frozen to the surface of the ice. Where was his water?! The baby made a whining roar as he tried to pull his tongue back, claws scratching at the surface of the pond. His world had changed so quickly and he just had no idea how to handle it-- as embarrassing as it was, he would much rather be free than stuck forever; so he cried for his mommy and daddy. It was a relief that help would be there soon.

Baroque

rip barry... @Quintus

ever since the emergence of the little snow flurries, quintus could not help but continue wondering even more about the immense cave that the gembounds called home, what is our purpose here and just how were we made? such questions drove the young gembound to want to find out more, there was so many mysteries in origin cave and quin was curious to find out more.

perhaps it's the all mother?, like most gembounds in origin cave quintus had heard of the all mother but then again he was no ardent believer but he was always open to listen to theories as to why and how the great awakening happened exactly. as he would wander around pisces whilst playing with the abundant amount of snow under his paws to quell his boredom, cries of help would come to his attention.

it did not take long for the feline to recognize the voice of the crying babe so instead of rushing to the source of the pleading, he would take his time. deep blue eyes would eventually find the small frame of his brother and a sigh would escape out his mouth, crybaby.

upon making his way closer to baroque, quintus would notice that the hybrid babe seemed to have found himself in quite the predicament. humor instantly filled his being and despite his attempt at keeping his laughter in knowing that the cub would cry, he just could not help it;

" dude, where are your sisters? "

Barry's fluffy, round audits twitched as he recognized the voice of his big, dark, handsome brother. He jerked his head back, a pain aching up his tongue, blue eyes angling back to try and see the fluffy lion. He tried to speak, but his words were garbled by the fact his tongue was stuck. "Eyyunnooooo," the words came out all mangled, and he could feel the saltiness come to his eyes.

His vision blurred and his tail curled between his legs, the stone cold on the thin fur of his inner thigh. He tried to swallow his pain, doing his best not to cry in front of his brother. For once, by some miracle, he kept the tears at bay and whined out a desperate request.

"Eeeelpwuh," he pleaded, claws digging into the ice, wishing his dad and mom were here. "Pw--Pwuuuhseee." He didn't want Quintus to think he was a pathetic child (even if he already did) but his parents would help him without judging. After all, it was their job. Sure, they might think he was a huge baby, but at least he was their huge baby... Unlike with his brother, who probably just saw him as the worst little sibling ever.

Baroque

rip barry... @Quintus

his brother's attempts at talking whilst his tongue was stuck just proved to be even funnier causing the brute to continue in his bouts of laughter, this child, little did baroque know that he actually favored his little brother due to the fact that despite how pathetic the boy was he was quite the loveable individual and happened to be quite amusing as well.

taking a moment to survey the scene before him with his blue eyes he would take note of the fact that his brother was about to cry causing that brow of his to quirk in slight annoyance as he would look into the cub's eyes, don't you dare.

surprisingly baroque had managed to hold it in which caused the feeling of pride to fill quintus's being, there you go. the gembound would listen on as his little brother continued to struggle and plead for help, with a couple more chuckles he would eventually reply, " alright now, calm down boy. "

eyes would look on as he attempted at finding a solution to the little problem baroque found himself in, where is dad when you need him. an exhale of breath would escape out of his mouth as another idea came to mind but before instructing the cub he would wait till he actually listened to his previous words and calmed down.

Baroque hunched there, waiting for help to come but his brother seemed to be all too much enjoying his suffering. He listened, painfully, as his big bro chuckled under his breath, withholding from helping. It was much too long until Quintus finally spoke, a snicker under his breath as he told Barry to calm down.

He didn't know how to calm down though! What was he supposed to do, stay stuck here forever? He'd starve! Or worse! Maybe his tongue would just drop right off! His tail swished behind his back, the stone that usually kept his tail sulking flinging around with surprising kick.

"BUUUUH BOOOOOO," He started to wail. Tears burst from his eyes as he felt a stinging sensation in his tongue as soon as he tried to move his head. Big, blobby sobs fell down his cheeks as he squirmed, claws digging into the ice. He was going to lose his tongue!! Why wouldn't Quintus help him?

Was it because he was such a big cry baby? He didn't want his brother to hate him, but the laughter and the lack of immediate assistance was enough to send poor Barry into a bawling fit, shoulders shaking as he desperately tried not to tear his own tongue off.

"AAAHMM GGUUHHHNUUUH 'IIEEEE..."

Baroque

rip barry... @Quintus

before he could even come to a conclusion as to what he should do to help out his little brother, the cub would begin crying. the noise his brother was making was enough to stop quintus's train of thought, ocean blue eyes looking to the cub with a slight look of annoyance in them, " hey- " despite him trying to raise his voice above the wailing of his brother it seemed as if the boy just got even louder. quintus's rising anger was evident in the furious lashing of his tail as he continued to look at the shuffling frame of his younger brother, this kid, the lion would attempt to get back to thinking on the safest solution possible but that seemed to be impossible for the brute with all the racket. " hey, barry, you're going to tear your tongue off like that. " the songcat was more than aware of his little brother's way of showing his emotions and despte how many times he was told by his parents to be patient with the cub he did not think he could do it. everyone had a boundary and it seemed that the lion had just happened to reach his, with a swing of his tail, quintus would attempt to hit the cub's behind with his obsidian tassel before raising his voice once more; " what did i just say boy!? stop with all that crying! " the words would come out in the form of a mighty roar, hopefully he'll shut up.

Quintus snapped at him and Baroque found himself feeling even worse. He wanted to stop crying but he was beyond upset and now into a terrifying state of mortified misery, sobbing and slobbering all over the ice, snot coming from his nose and dampness coming from his eyes and mouth. He was sure that it was all just going to freeze over his face and make sure he was stuck there forever and Baroque wanted to scream for his daddy because Quintus WAS GONNA LET HIM DIE because he was such a huge baby!

"AHHHHM SSSORRRREEEEEE BOOOOOHHHHH..." The big baby sobbed, desperate to get free, desperate to keep his tongue, desperate to not have his big bro hate him forever for being so dumb and stupid and whiny. "AHH-- AHH-- AHHHHHH JUSSS DUHHH WAHHHNNNNAA... BOOOOOHHH, PUUUHHEEEASSSS..."

Baroque

rip barry... @Quintus