Erebos’s eyes were probably bigger than his stomach, but he gladly filled his plate with all sorts of arrangements – from the honeyed proportions to the savory meats and then tossed a few delights on there, as if to intermingle with the vegetables and pretend everything was fine. His gaze went from the table and back to his dad, watching as the Sword seemed to settle, and he half-wondered if the way of life here was always like this – to be on guard at almost all hours. Maybe it was because of him being there, but the youth couldn’t be sure.
With a grandiose smile for his father, and maybe a way to bring some energy and enthusiasm into the festivities, at least for them, he glanced around at the choices for seating. The hammocks, while impressive, probably wouldn’t do for shoving food into one’s gullet, so he found a row of seats and tables with branches wound around their sanctions – reminding him of his whole family. “Let’s go there!”
With a grandiose smile for his father, and maybe a way to bring some energy and enthusiasm into the festivities, at least for them, he glanced around at the choices for seating. The hammocks, while impressive, probably wouldn’t do for shoving food into one’s gullet, so he found a row of seats and tables with branches wound around their sanctions – reminding him of his whole family. “Let’s go there!”
erebos
and then we dream so much
