Keeping the container low, he listened to the quiet stillness beyond the stream; senses streamlined and poised now for anything and everything. But Erebos’ dimmed chatter seemed the more discordant; bothered now that the outing had been effectively mauled by a random portion of danger. Or maybe he blamed himself; knowing better. “We can always come back another time,” he offered amidst the silence, breaking it apart with the bestowal. There would be other opportunities; within the daylight, searching for elusive frost foxes amidst their icy calls or clambering about in the greenery, relishing the warm hues against stark ivory.
Pulling the vessel back, he capped it, ensuring it was tight and wouldn’t spill, placing it beside the already filled portions. Turning towards his son, he watched as the lad angled himself towards a cluster of stars, and extended his arm out again, clutching hold of snow pants and jackets so there’d be no fear or lack of support – Erebos was free to stake his claim.
Pulling the vessel back, he capped it, ensuring it was tight and wouldn’t spill, placing it beside the already filled portions. Turning towards his son, he watched as the lad angled himself towards a cluster of stars, and extended his arm out again, clutching hold of snow pants and jackets so there’d be no fear or lack of support – Erebos was free to stake his claim.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
