The wiggle of Noah’s blanket sent Erebos into another reeling gasp, mouth agape as he watched it seem to make its own movements and motions – and he wondered if it could be chased along, if it ran like dogs or cats or companions. In the end though, he didn’t ask any of the questions, given that the Attuned only had it for a matter of moments. “That’s so cool!” He added instead with rapt enthusiasm, clutching onto the top of his father’s head as they bobbed and weaved through the crowd.
At the inquiry though, he leaned down, whispering in Deimos’s ear. “I’ll tell you later,” he offered, because he couldn’t quite explain the semblance and sensation of more power flickering into his little frame. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t be so furtive, but with another around, he kept it more to himself, figuring, in the end, it might be a better conversation without anyone else around. Plus, his dad would know.
Besides, then there was the booth! His eyes peeled over the kids rampaging afterwards too, trying to see what they’d won. There were plushies, some trinkets and candy…and.. “Ew – a comb? I don’t want a comb.”
At the inquiry though, he leaned down, whispering in Deimos’s ear. “I’ll tell you later,” he offered, because he couldn’t quite explain the semblance and sensation of more power flickering into his little frame. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t be so furtive, but with another around, he kept it more to himself, figuring, in the end, it might be a better conversation without anyone else around. Plus, his dad would know.
Besides, then there was the booth! His eyes peeled over the kids rampaging afterwards too, trying to see what they’d won. There were plushies, some trinkets and candy…and.. “Ew – a comb? I don’t want a comb.”
erebos
and then we dream so much
