everything I let go
Much like the festival in the Climb, there was a litany of people, and Erebos found himself searching every sight and sound that they could. Some he couldn’t give name to, having never known or met them before, and others, like Noah, who came over. Half-tempted to bounce with excitement, he kept himself moderately contained by putting his hands over the top of his father’s head and leaning quite precariously until the Sword placed him back up properly.
Unbothered, as this seemed to be a frequent and habitual occurrence, he finally directed his attention back to the Sentinel. “Are you going to enter? Who gets to be your rider? Do you guys have a say? Who won last year?"
Unbothered, as this seemed to be a frequent and habitual occurrence, he finally directed his attention back to the Sentinel. “Are you going to enter? Who gets to be your rider? Do you guys have a say? Who won last year?"
Erebos
has claw marks on it
