Certain the murmuring of ‘cool’ was acceptance, because perhaps the youth’s drawings were of such a designation, he nodded, ready and eager to snag at the cat. The purring only rendered the grin on Erebos’ face that much wider, and despite all his loud, exuberant qualities, could maintain some calm equanimity as he gave Blaze’s fur gentle, even strokes of his fingers. “He’s really soft,” he glanced over at Glas, looking for some kind of confirmation that everything was fine.
Orsino, not to be outdone, gave another icy screech as the crafter offered to pet the silky, arctic layered fur. While he wiggled and turned around in looping circles, fluffy tail going every which way, it was clear the companion enjoyed the attention, from anyone and everyone at this point. “Thanks! I found him in the Greenwing,” on the off chance the older individual would find he’d wanted one of his own. “Where did you get Blaze?”
Orsino, not to be outdone, gave another icy screech as the crafter offered to pet the silky, arctic layered fur. While he wiggled and turned around in looping circles, fluffy tail going every which way, it was clear the companion enjoyed the attention, from anyone and everyone at this point. “Thanks! I found him in the Greenwing,” on the off chance the older individual would find he’d wanted one of his own. “Where did you get Blaze?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
