[o] for the first time in years

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

As the mention of the parties leaves his lips, Glas watches Erebos curiously – his sea foam gaze drifting only briefly to look over at Zuriel as she watches Erebos in turn. Blinking back to the youth when the answer comes about Deepfrost gatherings. Something that the young crafter does know about but often stayed in for. Perhaps, though, the boy brings up a good point. “T-true.” He agrees with a soft smile. Maybe he would have to give it a go one of these days, see what he’s missing.

As for the mention of Deimos joining them on the outing, he waits to see whether or not Erebos is more of the rebellious children or if it meant that it was a given that the Warden would join. And not wanting to ruffle any feathers, the crafter would very much want to be sure everyone knew what was going on. “Probably not.” He agrees – because Glas had only done it once before he’d learned his lesson. And even then, he wasn’t alone. He’d just been the target.

The result of that attack still lingers on his face, even as a smile tugs on the corner and he glances between the youth and the companion before nodding – not sure who Marcus was. “What.. kind of stuff d-does Marcus do?” He asks, in case there was a baseline bucket list of things Erebos wanted to do better.

Glas

// the spectrum's A to Z //