His eyes widened at the news – thinking how neat it was for a herald to know one’s whereabouts, or at least, the health and stature, but not give forth anything else. “She must have some really good hiding places,” he countered with a grin; the relief in his face that she was fine – simply not coming out yet. Not ready to play or venture outwards into a new round of hide and seek. With a tiny grin he imagined Ru bending within shadows or lurking within deep, dark cellars, always ten steps ahead of those wishing to find her. Unaware, of course, that this didn’t always bode well for those involved with her; making it that much more difficult.
He hadn’t expected Deimos to turn and offer that particular solace though. He didn’t know half of these burdens, but could fathom most weren’t enjoyable, and that leading a region only guaranteed a lot of letters, meetings, and necessary protection for those within it – but he nodded just the same, maybe hoping his father didn’t have to be so worried all the time.
The mention of the festival brought forth his smile again though, and he waylaid the notions about Ru off to the side. “Oh - my magic! I think it changed. Can I show you?”
He hadn’t expected Deimos to turn and offer that particular solace though. He didn’t know half of these burdens, but could fathom most weren’t enjoyable, and that leading a region only guaranteed a lot of letters, meetings, and necessary protection for those within it – but he nodded just the same, maybe hoping his father didn’t have to be so worried all the time.
The mention of the festival brought forth his smile again though, and he waylaid the notions about Ru off to the side. “Oh - my magic! I think it changed. Can I show you?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
