Snorting at the child’s response, his brows furrowed a touch; hardly figuring Erebos to be very secretive, given his regular outbursts of exclaim and enthusiasm. But maybe he didn’t want it to be known in present company, so he accepted his son’s whisper without pressuring or pushing further, save for being in line.
The complaining about a comb initiated another snort though. “You could probably use one,” he joked on a low rumble, given Erebos’ inherited traits of Evie’s hair – and the evasion tactics to get through it. But by then it was the youth’s turn, and he kept him along his shoulders; for a better vantage point, as he began to tug on lines and strings.
The complaining about a comb initiated another snort though. “You could probably use one,” he joked on a low rumble, given Erebos’ inherited traits of Evie’s hair – and the evasion tactics to get through it. But by then it was the youth’s turn, and he kept him along his shoulders; for a better vantage point, as he began to tug on lines and strings.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
