a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
“Uhm.” Glas begins, biting down on his lip as he considers the options. “Not… Fruit?” Something sweet perhaps? Especially if he were to continue to run around the rest of the day dropping off more deliveries. He continues to focus on the wood grain in the meantime, until Loren’s question rings in his ear and he panics, explaining that he doesn’t know exactly how to respond to that.
But Loren helps out, and he finds himself running his fingers along the medical kit bag, shifting it in his hands to do something with it. The basics? He looks up perhaps a bit too wide-eyed at Loren, catching the reassuring grin but it’s anything but that, pursing his lips as he lets his gaze drop to the table once more. “I like to make decorative things.” He begins, slowly. The things that people were proud of, that they wanted to show off. “I sketch out ideas for instruments and things.” Another brief pause before his head lifts and a thought hits him.
“I fixed Korbin’s lute a few days ago.” It slips from his lips before he realizes it and the blush that crosses his cheeks and neck grows deeper. “I’m… not really supposed to do that, though.. My parents want m-me to focus just on the things that people need. Like making more jars and glasses and wares for the Kraai and for Deepfrost coming up.” He gnaws on his lip.
But Loren helps out, and he finds himself running his fingers along the medical kit bag, shifting it in his hands to do something with it. The basics? He looks up perhaps a bit too wide-eyed at Loren, catching the reassuring grin but it’s anything but that, pursing his lips as he lets his gaze drop to the table once more. “I like to make decorative things.” He begins, slowly. The things that people were proud of, that they wanted to show off. “I sketch out ideas for instruments and things.” Another brief pause before his head lifts and a thought hits him.
“I fixed Korbin’s lute a few days ago.” It slips from his lips before he realizes it and the blush that crosses his cheeks and neck grows deeper. “I’m… not really supposed to do that, though.. My parents want m-me to focus just on the things that people need. Like making more jars and glasses and wares for the Kraai and for Deepfrost coming up.” He gnaws on his lip.
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
