Deimos came close behind and shut the door from the Halovian cold, shaking his head in either disbelief or amusement, hiding his grin as the excitement came in waves, hanging his jacket and furs, along with the ones Erebos shed mere seconds before. The latter half of the pair was ecstatic, though mindful of his mother’s space, holding up the frost fox proudly, grin wide and ebullient, while the creature had seemingly already taken to being manhandled. “I did! His name is Orsino! And I get to keep him!” Or, at least, that was the logical framing of what had occurred.
Bounding in further so he could settle Orsino into his arms, the fox gave an enthusiastic ‘yip’ that sounded like crackling ice, while Micah strolled around feet and then towards Evie’s elbows. Having taken several modicums of impulse and boldness, the youth was at a loss for what to do next – even if it had been reiterated several times over by his father. “What should I do next?”
Bounding in further so he could settle Orsino into his arms, the fox gave an enthusiastic ‘yip’ that sounded like crackling ice, while Micah strolled around feet and then towards Evie’s elbows. Having taken several modicums of impulse and boldness, the youth was at a loss for what to do next – even if it had been reiterated several times over by his father. “What should I do next?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
