Returning from the festival had been its own whirlwind, and while Erebos had conjured several newfound things, he’d found it best to keep one of them to himself, at least until they got home. It’d been difficult to rein it all in, the notions and knowledge and what to do with it all practically buzzing out of his skin - but then there’d been word about Ru, and he’d seen his father try to collect into someone not worried about more than just their close-knit family and the region at large; so there’d been scarce time for his revelation. And that was okay - or so he told himself. Teachers always seemed to hold pride on patience.
Uncertain and unaware on how to distract or deter on that manner, he went straight for it as they wound back down the Citadel streets after another one of the Sword’s many meetings. “Any more on Auntie?” he started immediately, a hopeful little glance threaded Deimos’ way, reaching up for his father’s hand, winding his fingers and grasp within.
Uncertain and unaware on how to distract or deter on that manner, he went straight for it as they wound back down the Citadel streets after another one of the Sword’s many meetings. “Any more on Auntie?” he started immediately, a hopeful little glance threaded Deimos’ way, reaching up for his father’s hand, winding his fingers and grasp within.
erebos
and then we dream so much
