His grin was an ebullient, bright thing; punctuated ever further at his mother’s compliments and agreements. When his question was met by a series of her own, however, his brows furrowed in an imitation of both parents, nose wrinkling as he began to study Orsino’s fur in thought. “I do like to eat. And you make me take a bath.” If it were left up to his own devices and motives, the youth would probably be constantly covered in a state of dirt and snow. After backtracking over those notions, he went with the logical first choice. “Okay, food then! You like meat and stuff, right boy?” Orsino gave a tiny yip again in response, and Erebos figured Micah and whomever else was around would like a hardy bit of snacks before they meandered to avoiding getting clean.
Meaning to turn abruptly towards the kitchen, he had no expectation of the sudden, high-pitched scream looming outside. Both of them jumped simultaneously, and he immediately tucked himself straight into his mother, cautious of her belly but seeking comfort just the same. “What was that?!” He’d already heard of his father’s tales of the ridiculous weather, but he hadn’t been in the threshold of afterburnt features and faces beforehand either. Rationality, in the fixation of screeches,
Meaning to turn abruptly towards the kitchen, he had no expectation of the sudden, high-pitched scream looming outside. Both of them jumped simultaneously, and he immediately tucked himself straight into his mother, cautious of her belly but seeking comfort just the same. “What was that?!” He’d already heard of his father’s tales of the ridiculous weather, but he hadn’t been in the threshold of afterburnt features and faces beforehand either. Rationality, in the fixation of screeches,
erebos
and then we dream so much
