a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
“Oh, okay.” Glas replies easily, spying the sheepish smile and averting his gaze immediately to grab another box. “It’s nice to meet you too, Loren.” It’s more of an automatic response than anything – trying to prove that he can sound like he doesn’t need to stumble across all the words he has to say, favoring the ones he’s practiced.
But he grabs the larger box, handing it over to the summoner as his gaze flickers briefly up toward him, nodding at the comment that his family came recommended. It’s why they were so hard on him, as his parents often used to remind him. He had to uphold it, had to give into it, the reminder that he was supposed to be hard and gruff like most Halovian’s, like his father was – even after the cannibal attack. But no, he was as he was, shy and quiet and forced to be that way as an only child, far too protected and yet not protected enough.
“Thank you.” He replies once again automatically, following Loren into the Infirmary, looking everywhere but at Loren, hands wringing a small amount before him. The question takes him somewhat by surprise – having a plan already for the payment and when it comes to the follow-up question about the drawer, his brows lift briefly and he shakes his head to it. “T-The box is a gift, really the only payment is to keep passing the word along…” That’s what his father had told him to say, at least. As for the rest of it? “For… The rest of it… Extra furs and wood for Deepfrost preparation is all that’s asked…” A bit pricier than normal, but it is the Palace, after all.
But he grabs the larger box, handing it over to the summoner as his gaze flickers briefly up toward him, nodding at the comment that his family came recommended. It’s why they were so hard on him, as his parents often used to remind him. He had to uphold it, had to give into it, the reminder that he was supposed to be hard and gruff like most Halovian’s, like his father was – even after the cannibal attack. But no, he was as he was, shy and quiet and forced to be that way as an only child, far too protected and yet not protected enough.
“Thank you.” He replies once again automatically, following Loren into the Infirmary, looking everywhere but at Loren, hands wringing a small amount before him. The question takes him somewhat by surprise – having a plan already for the payment and when it comes to the follow-up question about the drawer, his brows lift briefly and he shakes his head to it. “T-The box is a gift, really the only payment is to keep passing the word along…” That’s what his father had told him to say, at least. As for the rest of it? “For… The rest of it… Extra furs and wood for Deepfrost preparation is all that’s asked…” A bit pricier than normal, but it is the Palace, after all.
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
