Petting both Blaze and Orsino took up much of the youth’s attention, but not to be swayed or dismayed, he persisted, head tilting to glance back at Glas as he admitted the semblances of luxere issues. His mouth rounded into a tiny ‘o’ of surprise, but then he utilized that as a tiny bit of nothing too, as if the crafter had nothing to be dismayed over. “Oh, but that’s okay! They’re scared of Dad too, but they still come. You gotta sing and give them treats, like apples and hay, and they seem to do all right. They’re uh…what’s the word…,” he would’ve tapped on his chin, but the sentiment could only be expressed in the mild wrinkle of his nose in confusion. “Wavy? Hairy…nervous,” he eventually landed upon, proud of that with a dignified nod.
The frost fox gave another high pitched, icy yelp at the bonus attention of Glas, whipping around in circles again as Erebos carried on, given his pulpit to preach. “So they’ve got light magic and Safrin used it to help lend healing into the springs! I think. I know a bunch herded ‘em there! I got to feed and pet them.”
The frost fox gave another high pitched, icy yelp at the bonus attention of Glas, whipping around in circles again as Erebos carried on, given his pulpit to preach. “So they’ve got light magic and Safrin used it to help lend healing into the springs! I think. I know a bunch herded ‘em there! I got to feed and pet them.”
erebos
and then we dream so much
