// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Flowerbirth comes with not as much warmth as Asta had been hoping for – but the jacket he wears certainly helps stave away the cold as he takes this trek with Knell. He’d offered to be a chaperone for the Oerwoud, almost as if it were some kind of duty now that Asta is also a demigod. And so the two delve deeper in vibrant forests, dimmed somewhat by the buds that are slow to sprout.
The Butcher utilizes the threaded cane to help poke and prod at the roots that stick up, using it to also push away branches that might droop in the way. He stands stall, shoulders high, jacket wrapped around him tight to keep him warm. His tail flicks behind him idly, tilting his head down when he hears Knell’s voice.
A smile lingers on his face, sharp and easy. “Oh yes.” The Butcher hums without a question of doubt. “I do not think Ghilio has been asleep for too long, so perhaps his slumber can be easier to interrupt.” Raising a dark brow toward Knell, the Butcher lets a soft laugh escape him. “Now, let us say you are a very tired god, sleeping the days away. How might we go about waking you up?”
The Butcher utilizes the threaded cane to help poke and prod at the roots that stick up, using it to also push away branches that might droop in the way. He stands stall, shoulders high, jacket wrapped around him tight to keep him warm. His tail flicks behind him idly, tilting his head down when he hears Knell’s voice.
A smile lingers on his face, sharp and easy. “Oh yes.” The Butcher hums without a question of doubt. “I do not think Ghilio has been asleep for too long, so perhaps his slumber can be easier to interrupt.” Raising a dark brow toward Knell, the Butcher lets a soft laugh escape him. “Now, let us say you are a very tired god, sleeping the days away. How might we go about waking you up?”
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
