Erebos was only versed in Ancients like Kiada – though admittedly he’d heard hordes of their names, but wouldn't be capable of pinpointing which herald belonged to who; still, to see the fang appear made him grin, laughing with glee at the obvious show of power and might and then continuing on his own amused trends. “I mean, you could still do that,” he shrugged, granting the permission and penchant for mischief, then discerning the potential side effects, his father’s son through and through. “What will you do if it breaks though?” Perhaps the worst would be having to pay for it, or the destroyed aspects of such a pretty thing.
Regardless, he echoed a few more chimes, inspecting the luminescent ends. He hadn’t expected the question to come back to him, and he speculated, glancing at it from all angles. “I don’t know. My dad can make all kinds,” as in, he probably wouldn’t even need to purchase or barter when the Sword was perfectly capable of handing one over for the mere price of nothing at all. “But it’d be a cool souvenir.” Glancing back up at the Ancient, all horns and daggers, he gave another quick smile, letting the thought roam through his mind and placating with something else entirely. “Are you from here?”
Regardless, he echoed a few more chimes, inspecting the luminescent ends. He hadn’t expected the question to come back to him, and he speculated, glancing at it from all angles. “I don’t know. My dad can make all kinds,” as in, he probably wouldn’t even need to purchase or barter when the Sword was perfectly capable of handing one over for the mere price of nothing at all. “But it’d be a cool souvenir.” Glancing back up at the Ancient, all horns and daggers, he gave another quick smile, letting the thought roam through his mind and placating with something else entirely. “Are you from here?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
