The Halovian youth was no less confused after the initial responses, but grinned just the same, in awe of the identical twin situation and all the chaos it clamored for. The only thing that granted him further pause as he set Orsino down (and happened to catch his father in the background lighting something on fire), was the aspects of a spectral ancestor. “Wait, you guys have a ghost grandmother? Who can babysit?!” Reiteration might’ve been necessary, because in his mind’s eye he was picturing an intangible thread of a person lecturing and making breakfast. Pondering further, because none of his grandparents were alive (and some not even in this world), he gave a small ‘huh’ under his breath, wondering if that was something he could bother his family about.
Settling himself down in the sand to follow his frost fox (who seemed to have settled into digging in the dunes) and feeling the warmth underneath him, he gloried in the simplicity, hands already itching to maneuver the grains. “Do you think it hears us and probably burrows farther?” His nose wrinkled, trying to construct a pathway that would be easier, but then there were questions about his companion, and his expression lit up once more, a little beacon. “He seems to be okay, but he’ll be happier at home.” As most would be. “But that’s all right. He can adventure too. I think he's looking for the crab.” Or something else in the sand.
As for the dragon, his eyes went up again, searching the horizon for white dragons that weren’t threatening, but a part of a connective force. “Oh. Probably like my dad’s unicorn. She’s a strict babysitter.” Shrugging, as if it didn’t bother him much, because he was far more intrigued by the semblance of flying lizards that didn’t immediately spell death and demise. “Who is she bonded to then?”
Settling himself down in the sand to follow his frost fox (who seemed to have settled into digging in the dunes) and feeling the warmth underneath him, he gloried in the simplicity, hands already itching to maneuver the grains. “Do you think it hears us and probably burrows farther?” His nose wrinkled, trying to construct a pathway that would be easier, but then there were questions about his companion, and his expression lit up once more, a little beacon. “He seems to be okay, but he’ll be happier at home.” As most would be. “But that’s all right. He can adventure too. I think he's looking for the crab.” Or something else in the sand.
As for the dragon, his eyes went up again, searching the horizon for white dragons that weren’t threatening, but a part of a connective force. “Oh. Probably like my dad’s unicorn. She’s a strict babysitter.” Shrugging, as if it didn’t bother him much, because he was far more intrigued by the semblance of flying lizards that didn’t immediately spell death and demise. “Who is she bonded to then?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
