Pondering over this circumstance, his nose wrinkled, as if trying to justify the very thought of not attending said parties. Because while his father certainly didn’t seem to be overly enthused at the thought of joining them, he always did; ensuring Erebos was escorted, and they could all have a good time. Sometimes they had to do uncomfortable things for the sake of others. Or just in general, he supposed. “Hm. Wellllll,” he tapped on his chin, and then stopped to grant Orsino another round of scratches as the fox rolled around on the ground. “There’s always the Deepfrost ones here.” That he’d been attending since he was a baby, strapped to his parents’ and giggling amidst snowballs. “You could always try that first. See if you like them.”
But then Glas seemed to be one of those adults who knew better than to gallivant off with the very young and intrepid fools, so the lad huffed a breath, thwarted again. “Yeah, he probably wouldn’t let me just go off,” at which he glanced pointedly at Zuriel – who granted him much the same stare in return. “But it’d still be fun! And I bet I could beat Marcus at stuff!”
But then Glas seemed to be one of those adults who knew better than to gallivant off with the very young and intrepid fools, so the lad huffed a breath, thwarted again. “Yeah, he probably wouldn’t let me just go off,” at which he glanced pointedly at Zuriel – who granted him much the same stare in return. “But it’d still be fun! And I bet I could beat Marcus at stuff!”
erebos
and then we dream so much
