everything I let go
He could tell his father was trying to improve the situation, but still, he clutched onto those notions like a promise, brightening at the thought of returning. Maybe he’d be stronger then, not as useless, not as little. Tucking the notions into the back of his mind, the boy nodded, smile brightening at the offer. “And see the frost foxes?” because some of them must’ve been ambling around, even now, watching and spectating under the clear and brilliant sky.
Remembering what he was supposed to be doing, he settled and stretched back along the snowy thresholds, and in the safe clutches of his father’s periphery, slid towards a beautiful line of stars. Above, it was likely one of Safrin’s own constellations – probably someone special from legends, meant to be symbolic and all-encompassing. He shifted the jar underneath its wondrous aspect, listening to the bubbling and absorption of the reflected veneer.
Remembering what he was supposed to be doing, he settled and stretched back along the snowy thresholds, and in the safe clutches of his father’s periphery, slid towards a beautiful line of stars. Above, it was likely one of Safrin’s own constellations – probably someone special from legends, meant to be symbolic and all-encompassing. He shifted the jar underneath its wondrous aspect, listening to the bubbling and absorption of the reflected veneer.
Erebos
has claw marks on it
