Erebos had already inherited the more flexible platitudes of his family; unbothered, no needing to question experiences when so many in his household had already been immersed in multitudes. To hear Glas’s issues paralleled his father’s own, at least when it came to luring sacred deer and darker threads of magic; he knew and understood how it had come to be, and how it could be conquered. “You should! If you see any soon!” He beamed, content with the idea that the crafter would try. “And even if you don’t, I bet you can take someone with you to help too.”
Scratching behind Blaze’s ears and then under his chin, at least until the cat had enough, his eyes flickered upward, over doorframes and stone walls, back to Zuriel’s imperious glances, then along to Glas again at the question. “Yeah! Have you ever felt horse noses?” Pointing directly at the unicorn’s muzzle, who snorted, obliging the youth with an indulgent spray of her unimpressed derision, he still grinned, unbothered. “It’s like that! I didn’t get to touch their antlers, but maybe next time!”
Scratching behind Blaze’s ears and then under his chin, at least until the cat had enough, his eyes flickered upward, over doorframes and stone walls, back to Zuriel’s imperious glances, then along to Glas again at the question. “Yeah! Have you ever felt horse noses?” Pointing directly at the unicorn’s muzzle, who snorted, obliging the youth with an indulgent spray of her unimpressed derision, he still grinned, unbothered. “It’s like that! I didn’t get to touch their antlers, but maybe next time!”
erebos
and then we dream so much
