“Yeah!” Erebos echoed with far more enthusiasm; as any child would when it came to the concept of birthdays, presents, cake, and everything themed around them. “Do you like big parties?” he asked with his usual air of innocence, having already attended multiple festivals, rodeos, and shenanigans.
If Erebos hadn’t expected the acceptance of driving groups of luxere, he didn’t show it – eyes widening in glee and then sudden dismay, emotions playing across his face, like he’d forgotten about five steps beforehand and didn’t know how they’d arrived at this destination. “Well, I haven’t heard of any. But maybe we could make our own! Or like track a herd or something.” An equally dangerous and unfathomable wake for a six-year-old with protective parents and his lack of ability to do anything remotely sneaky or in half-measures.
If Erebos hadn’t expected the acceptance of driving groups of luxere, he didn’t show it – eyes widening in glee and then sudden dismay, emotions playing across his face, like he’d forgotten about five steps beforehand and didn’t know how they’d arrived at this destination. “Well, I haven’t heard of any. But maybe we could make our own! Or like track a herd or something.” An equally dangerous and unfathomable wake for a six-year-old with protective parents and his lack of ability to do anything remotely sneaky or in half-measures.
erebos
and then we dream so much
