m a r c u s
Deimos held the tome of knowlege out of the way and Marcus jumped at it playfully. Marcus bumped against the table as he hopped, sending some books and pages and journals toppling across the surface. Some even fell to the ground, though the youngling ignored it. He made grabbing motions with his hands, still, and grunted -- until the warden said something that caught his interest far more than the game itself.
"Wait, void hels?" Marcus asked, breaking his grunts and moans and groans with the surprised string of words. Full of youthful wonder, Marcus' eyes widened. "The void is touching everything." He breathed the last word with an equal amount of awe and terror. "My dad says you guys have been killing them, like Vi wants."
"Wait, void hels?" Marcus asked, breaking his grunts and moans and groans with the surprised string of words. Full of youthful wonder, Marcus' eyes widened. "The void is touching everything." He breathed the last word with an equal amount of awe and terror. "My dad says you guys have been killing them, like Vi wants."
