His head tilted to behold the furniture within the shop, little features making a proper bestowal of surprise and awe. “Ooooh, neat!” and were he allowed he would’ve pried far, far further, but even Erebos knew about boundaries and limitations, at least when it came to thresholds. He’d heard it a million times from his father alone.
But then Glas hadn’t seen summoning, and he gave a little sigh, disappointed to hear it wasn’t a popular manifestation. Nor did he expect the sudden inclusion of illusion not on the crafter’s list. After all, it was already something Erebos stored within his pulse – nothing strong and enduring, but a potency he wanted to be able to wield confidently, brazenly, with all its trickery and deceit. Fun. Playful. Chaotic. So he hid his blush temporarily, glancing back up at Zuriel and patting at her velvet-like muzzle, giggling when she sent a low breath into his face. “Ummm, no, I don’t think so. I think any of them would be awesome,” spoken with all the confidence of one who’d seen a lot and had never had to feel the shame of being Abandoned.
But then Glas hadn’t seen summoning, and he gave a little sigh, disappointed to hear it wasn’t a popular manifestation. Nor did he expect the sudden inclusion of illusion not on the crafter’s list. After all, it was already something Erebos stored within his pulse – nothing strong and enduring, but a potency he wanted to be able to wield confidently, brazenly, with all its trickery and deceit. Fun. Playful. Chaotic. So he hid his blush temporarily, glancing back up at Zuriel and patting at her velvet-like muzzle, giggling when she sent a low breath into his face. “Ummm, no, I don’t think so. I think any of them would be awesome,” spoken with all the confidence of one who’d seen a lot and had never had to feel the shame of being Abandoned.
erebos
and then we dream so much
