[o] for the first time in years

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

Between the two greedy companions, Glas’ gaze focuses between them all before landing on the young boy’s face with the surprise over the fact the luxere weren’t huge fans of him. And he braces for the question that most children often had – the why’s and the how’s and the well there’s gotta be something that can fix it, right? But none of those come – instead a wiser answer, the okay of it all that has a small smile tugging back on the crafter’s face.

So he nods with the explanation, something he hasn’t tried though he doesn’t often venture out anyway, still a touch traumatized by the results of his own youth to never want to wander alone. “I’ll have t-to try that.” He assures Erebos, though whether or not he would do anything about it was another story.

Hearing Orsino’s yip, though, Glas focuses more on giving the companion some more scritches while he listens to Erebos boast about their help with the springs and Glas is struck with the fact that it’s nice to hear so much praise about everything that’s gone on despite the hard work and the tragedies that had struck, that it renders him a touch speechless at first before he remembers himself. “Were they soft?”

Glas

// the spectrum's A to Z //