He didn’t take Glas’s maybe into question, nodding along as he added the picture to the sketch. His attention became wholly absorbed by the notions of magic though, and as Glas announced his own capabilities, his eyes lit with wonder and spectacle again. “Oooooh! Dad has life drain. I can never like..see it, but stuff just y’know. Dies.” He made a few gestures like something sweeping through and mowing everything down, figuring the crafter understood, given how he had it himself. Did Glas like to use it? And on what?
And with how often he’d see such incantations in use, none of what the other uttered would’ve surprised him; he was simply fascinated with the arrays, the chances, the opportunities, the possibilities, of whatever capabilities were in store – for himself, or for anyone else. “What sort of stuff do you make? Is there any element you’d want but you don’t have yet?”
And with how often he’d see such incantations in use, none of what the other uttered would’ve surprised him; he was simply fascinated with the arrays, the chances, the opportunities, the possibilities, of whatever capabilities were in store – for himself, or for anyone else. “What sort of stuff do you make? Is there any element you’d want but you don’t have yet?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
