[o] for the first time in years

His smile turned sunny and bright once more at the notions of snowmen – pretending he hadn’t heard any accord with the potential for sledding/demolition purposes. “Awesome! And we can decorate it however! Because I was thinking like a hat, a scarf, and then, what about like boots and stuff, though I guess we’d have to give him legs…he could be sitting down though…,” and his little mind was already trying to conjure and picture this out. Instead, he opted to put one gloved finger into the snow and make a rudimentary sketch – which mostly looked like a blob.

Glas didn’t bring up cheating allegations though about Marcus, so Erebos sighed, pondering. Wondering. Because he didn’t remember the older one saying anything really concrete about his plans. Probably on purpose. “Well, I want to go exploring, but I have to save that until I’m older unless my parents or Amham take me. I'm gonna be better at fighting...” Plucking his hand out of his defeated snowman sketch, he started rattling things off. “Get waaaay more magic than Marcus, obviously. I already have a companion before him.” Here, Orsino proudly yipped. “I can’t beat him on the shift thing yet. But maybe one day.” Pausing, and realizing Glas hadn’t said a word in between, he glanced back up at the crafter. “Do you have any of that?”

erebos

and then we dream so much