everything I let go
Erebos didn’t know Iskra well, but that didn’t stop him from chattering on and on as they began to hunt down necessary materials for eventual snowman guards – even if he was momentarily distracted by canines and his own frost fox companion, as Orsino couldn’t quite fathom how to maneuver around the other beast, and ended up spitting and shrieking from behind the youth’s long, gangly legs. This didn’t quite bother the boy in the slightest though, used to the reel of companion antics from the Ignatius household. Like Belial hovering overhead. “What’s your dog’s name?” he started with rapt enthusiasm and bright eyes, before reaching down for a couple sticks laden beneath an old pine, and shoving them into his bag.
Then came the rest of the questions and minor stories, spilling out from his mouth as easy as breathing. “Have you ever made snowmen before? I have! Glas and I even made some with cool poses at the festival. You went skijoring there, right? I did with Amham on a pony!” If Iskra could afford to get a word in edgewise, it’d be when Erebos ran underneath a very snow-laden set of branches and boughs, retrieving a few stray sticks from the ground, then bounding out again in equal fervor. “What’s woodcutting like? Does it get boring?”
Then came the rest of the questions and minor stories, spilling out from his mouth as easy as breathing. “Have you ever made snowmen before? I have! Glas and I even made some with cool poses at the festival. You went skijoring there, right? I did with Amham on a pony!” If Iskra could afford to get a word in edgewise, it’d be when Erebos ran underneath a very snow-laden set of branches and boughs, retrieving a few stray sticks from the ground, then bounding out again in equal fervor. “What’s woodcutting like? Does it get boring?”
Erebos
has claw marks on it
