The side street offered him opportunity and space away from others, so he gave Deimos another brighter grin for his father’s cleverness, nodding along by presumptions. “Yeah, so, when I got my prize, I felt it grow stronger? Does that make sense? Like maybe I won a way to strengthen my magic!” In his youthful mind, the spontaneity and combination connected, despite the lack of experience on his end. Didn’t others gain and grow their incantations and enchantments in bizarre ways? Or it simply happened? Why not as the keeper of an egg? Laughing, and with a fair bit of pride for such a commendable outcome, he crouched in the snow, having promised to show off his newfound skills.
He'd seen his parents do a great amount of work with the element – so he thought to start big. Taking a long, deep breath, he channeled every ounce of concentration that he could into the water beating into his pulse, brows furrowing, seemingly glaring at nothing, until the figments finally began to concoct. Holding out his hand and turning over his palm, he showed off a watery grace – a bubble, then several more, beginning to unfurl before him, before they changed into droplets, cascading one on top of another, starting to descend like rainfall. “I can create it now! All by myself!” No need to lean upon others or draw it from puddles or snow - his making.
He'd seen his parents do a great amount of work with the element – so he thought to start big. Taking a long, deep breath, he channeled every ounce of concentration that he could into the water beating into his pulse, brows furrowing, seemingly glaring at nothing, until the figments finally began to concoct. Holding out his hand and turning over his palm, he showed off a watery grace – a bubble, then several more, beginning to unfurl before him, before they changed into droplets, cascading one on top of another, starting to descend like rainfall. “I can create it now! All by myself!” No need to lean upon others or draw it from puddles or snow - his making.
erebos
and then we dream so much
