Left to his own devices, and no one telling him otherwise, Erebos could more than make up for Glas’s silence. With the shyness, and agreement stored there, the youth didn’t seem to mind the former, nor the latter, hastening onwards. “Yeah and they have really pretty streams, and grass everywhere! That’s probably call it the Greenwings. And then if you’re lucky you can find more than just the frost foxes! Maybe the luxere! Have you ever seen one?” Babbling onward, content to grant and give pause where the crafter might fit in two words, the lad gave a bright grin towards the accepting cat, and ignored the way Zuriel dramatically sighed.
With Orsino angling for more scratches from anyone willing, the youth utilized both hands, one to pet Blaze, and the other to occupy his own companion. “Dad says the luxere are important. And they helped make our hot springs!” In a way or two – but he’d elaborate if Glas wished.
With Orsino angling for more scratches from anyone willing, the youth utilized both hands, one to pet Blaze, and the other to occupy his own companion. “Dad says the luxere are important. And they helped make our hot springs!” In a way or two – but he’d elaborate if Glas wished.
erebos
and then we dream so much
