[o] for the first time in years

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

Glas finds that he wasn’t that much older than Glas is now when his life was changed irrevocably. But it’s things that he doesn’t mention, not wanting to ruin the childlike innocence that Erebos harbors especially when he knows that the youth’s parents would ensure utmost safety and ability to help if the boy ever needed it.

So he shows the furniture instead, stepping aside to give him a snapshot of the workshop since he can’t come in yet. One day, maybe. But for now, with Erebos’ question, a soft little laugh slips out of Glas, surprising even himself as Blaze chirps a little from the cat tower he’s settled back on. “Yeah. I have.” They weren’t requested often, but enough that Glas definitely had made a few in the time he’d taken over Westfall Crafting.

Hearing that earth was cool, Glas nods his head in agreement. His smile remains even as the question of summoning comes up, shaking his head enough that his blonde hair starts to fall into his face. He pulls it back and ties it with a little strip of leather before he continues. “N-no. I haven’t.” And it takes him a moment to decide if there was a magic he didn’t want. “I don’t.. want illusion.” He offers instead of the obvious of not wanting life drain. He likes tangible things the best, after all, and illusion seemed a little less exciting to him than the rest of the options. "Is there one that you d-don't want?"

Glas

// the spectrum's A to Z //