everything I let go
Erebos, due to youth and ignorance, carried no preconceived notions of the Festival of Lights. Merriment was merriment in his opinion, and he could be raised on Natural orders without the angst-laden history of so many surrounding – instead, he whooped and hollered as Deimos tore through the skies, giggling loudly and wildly as the air rushed by him, occasionally remembering his responsibility with his father’s bag and lanterns.
The Mathair was a bewildering thing, so even as they landed and he collected their supplies, his mouth was agape. “Whoooooa,” came and went many times, as his eyes flickered back and forth from shadows, fixtures, instruments, and food; though he wasn’t certain if he should be enraptured by the tree’s magnificent, mighty roots, or mildly terrified. He’d settle somewhere in the middle, hoisting the bag of holding over his shoulder as he was ushered forth by the Sword, running and staying close to the massive wings. “Can we go over that way?” he offered, pointing towards a sanction near lanterns, ready to help and assist and watch everything go down (and not jumping when there was a crack of lightning overhead).
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Alas no viable lanterns for Erebos either.
The Mathair was a bewildering thing, so even as they landed and he collected their supplies, his mouth was agape. “Whoooooa,” came and went many times, as his eyes flickered back and forth from shadows, fixtures, instruments, and food; though he wasn’t certain if he should be enraptured by the tree’s magnificent, mighty roots, or mildly terrified. He’d settle somewhere in the middle, hoisting the bag of holding over his shoulder as he was ushered forth by the Sword, running and staying close to the massive wings. “Can we go over that way?” he offered, pointing towards a sanction near lanterns, ready to help and assist and watch everything go down (and not jumping when there was a crack of lightning overhead).
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Alas no viable lanterns for Erebos either.
Erebos
has claw marks on it
