The scared, nervous ambitions of a youth faded away mere moments after his intention and aspiration had come true. Well, soothed, he supposed, given the shock and awe of it all. The Sword had granted every amount of advice he could as they’d wound their way back home, and Erebos had altered from apprehensive lad to excited, ebullient, and triumphant little demon.
So much so that the moment they touched down outside of the Ignatius homestead, the youth was bounding on his long, lanky limbs to the door and opening it well before his father had a chance to take a singular breath. There might’ve been some response coming thereafter, but the boy wouldn’t have heard it, snagging at his frost fox in both hands and leaping through the aperture. “Mom! Mom!” He announced, hands already full of the creature, who’d seemingly settled in well to the thought of being bonded to a tiny human (at least enough to settle into the kid’s arms, no matter the sudden speed). “Guess what I got!”
So much so that the moment they touched down outside of the Ignatius homestead, the youth was bounding on his long, lanky limbs to the door and opening it well before his father had a chance to take a singular breath. There might’ve been some response coming thereafter, but the boy wouldn’t have heard it, snagging at his frost fox in both hands and leaping through the aperture. “Mom! Mom!” He announced, hands already full of the creature, who’d seemingly settled in well to the thought of being bonded to a tiny human (at least enough to settle into the kid’s arms, no matter the sudden speed). “Guess what I got!”
erebos
and then we dream so much
