Once they had the lanterns tied off, the Sword took hold of his son’s hand, though dared not follow the pathlines of the mischievous children. Smirking a little as Erebos pointed them out, squealing in all the hope that he could accompany the ducking, winding, and weaving patrons, Deimos figured they ought to save that for when he was a little older, and instead, headed towards the food and drinks table, figuring they could spot something to snack upon before the festivities rolled around.
Lifting up Erebos into one of his arms, they went through all the plates and dishes, the youth selecting a small plate of fruit and vegetables, before something bread like. Placing everything on a plate, he couldn’t help but snort at the variety of Ludo ducks and plushies on display. “Do you want one?” he murmured to the toddler, and eventually, after surveying the entirety, much to the dismay of Deimos and probably others trying to make selections, Erebos decreed the Ludo duck throwing a snowball to be the best – holding it tightly while the Sword shook his head, casting a brief wave to Iskra andTheea on the way by.
Lifting up Erebos into one of his arms, they went through all the plates and dishes, the youth selecting a small plate of fruit and vegetables, before something bread like. Placing everything on a plate, he couldn’t help but snort at the variety of Ludo ducks and plushies on display. “Do you want one?” he murmured to the toddler, and eventually, after surveying the entirety, much to the dismay of Deimos and probably others trying to make selections, Erebos decreed the Ludo duck throwing a snowball to be the best – holding it tightly while the Sword shook his head, casting a brief wave to Iskra and
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
