[o] for the first time in years

Erebos didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed for long, that impetuous nature combined with a youthful self-confidence and wholly lack of insecurity made it feasible to shake off the error with a deep breath and resigning to letting Zuriel take the parchment. With a shake of her head, she snagged the envelope from the youth’s grasp with horse teeth and haughty disposition, going to right the wrongs by marching down to the other house herself, leaving the lad to blink owlishly up at the crafter, then grin, as if strange circumstances hadn’t even occurred. “Hi Glas. I’m Erebos! Sorry about not getting a letter. I can write you one if you want though. I've been practicing.” He stuck out of his little hand, something he’d seen his father do on many occasions, in an effort to shake and unfurl niceties after committing social blunders.

Unaware the crafter might have been hoping the boy and his menagerie of animals might hasten off, his attention went from fox to cat and back again. His head tilted as the door widened, watching the tabby, big grin on his face. “Okay! But I can’t go in a stranger’s house,” so he parked himself right on the steps, snagging Orsino around his middle and hoisting him up onto his shoulders to free his hands. “Is it your companion? This is Orsino! He’s mine!” pointing at said frosty cub, who gave an icy screech in response. “My mom has a cat too but it’s a tide jaguar,” and therefore, not orange.

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and then we dream so much