Erebos’ lack of fear about certain incantations might’ve been unfortunate, or simply the result of constant exposure. Both his parents made sure to utilize things safely, so the notions of fire or life drain didn’t inspire fright or terror. Air of innocence kept and ensnared tight in his jubilant little smile, not understanding while anyone would negate such influences.
But the crafter’s capabilities were inspiring – the grin persistent as Glas described furniture and wooden proportions, his mind imagining all sorts of things orchestrated and made by swift hands and magic. “Have you ever made, like, big tables?” His arms spread out wide, fathoming something enormous and orchestrated for gigantic gatherings – first thing coming into his brain, before it buzzed into the next topic just as swiftly. “Earth is cool!” Everyone in his family currently had some aspect of those enchantments too, well, except him. “I think I’d want that too, but also maybe lightning or fire…or summoning. Have you ever seen someone summon something? Or is there magic you wouldn’t want?”
But the crafter’s capabilities were inspiring – the grin persistent as Glas described furniture and wooden proportions, his mind imagining all sorts of things orchestrated and made by swift hands and magic. “Have you ever made, like, big tables?” His arms spread out wide, fathoming something enormous and orchestrated for gigantic gatherings – first thing coming into his brain, before it buzzed into the next topic just as swiftly. “Earth is cool!” Everyone in his family currently had some aspect of those enchantments too, well, except him. “I think I’d want that too, but also maybe lightning or fire…or summoning. Have you ever seen someone summon something? Or is there magic you wouldn’t want?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
