[o] for the first time in years

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

There was some kind of hidden kindness in this boy, one that didn’t judge him for how he talked or how little of it he did, and unashamedly willing and there to over explain – all of which are things Glas has zero qualms listening to. He’s always grateful to listen, finding it easier in most instances than trying to fill the silence himself. Unless he had a paper and a pen.

He nods at the mention of the luxere, though, his smile still remaining even as the words that leave him are less than happy in regards to them. “Yes. They d-don’t like me much.” He admits, though it had never once stopped the crafter from admiring the beautiful herds. And as Erebos explains that they’d helped to make the hot springs, Glas is willing to indulge him in letting him explain it further if he so wished, precisely as he reaches out with his own free hand to scratch Orsino as well just so he didn’t feel quite so left out. “How d-did they d-do that?”

Glas

// the spectrum's A to Z //