With the agreement, Erebos nodded again, presuming that meant Glas had every intention of stepping out into the threshold of said festival. “I don’t know what dad is cooking up this year, but last time it was a snowball fight, so it might be tamer this go ‘round.” Or not, and there’d be some other wild competition. But it was hard to tell where and when because Deimos always had loads of plans and the capability of pinpointing them to what hadn't occurred to the youth yet. “I can make snowmen with you if you want! Or sometimes there’s sledding, and you can knock people down who get in your way!”
At the notions of Marcus however, the youth’s eyes narrowed, a little conspiring glance tossed the crafter’s way, a wrinkle of his nose indicative of his heritage. “Oh he got to participate in the luxere herding, but I want to see more stuff than him, y’know? He’s Noah’s son.” Older, but Erebos wasn’t certain if he was wiser. It was hard to tell when one was six. “He said he chased auroras and climbed cliffs. And that if I beat his list it was cheating, which is lame, because it’s not.” Then he glanced back at Glas, as if expecting full agreement on the childish way the conversation and argument had spurred on.
At the notions of Marcus however, the youth’s eyes narrowed, a little conspiring glance tossed the crafter’s way, a wrinkle of his nose indicative of his heritage. “Oh he got to participate in the luxere herding, but I want to see more stuff than him, y’know? He’s Noah’s son.” Older, but Erebos wasn’t certain if he was wiser. It was hard to tell when one was six. “He said he chased auroras and climbed cliffs. And that if I beat his list it was cheating, which is lame, because it’s not.” Then he glanced back at Glas, as if expecting full agreement on the childish way the conversation and argument had spurred on.
erebos
and then we dream so much
