[o] for the first time in years

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

As Erebos’ imagination starts to run away with him, the crafter smiles and leans against the door frame as they talk. “Sitting with his l-legs out?” He suggests, a way to have the boots sit on there without it having to be a fully standing snowman. And if they got some memory snow, chances are they could make little feet out of them. He leans forward as the youth draws a little blob of a sign in the snow, and Glas leans back and over to snag a notebook and a pencil – sketching out a little sitting snowman with his feet propped out in front of him like he’s sitting there enjoying the day.

He hands it over to Erebos with a soft smile but without any words to accompany it. Especially as he listens for the youth’s ideas for when it came to beating Marcus at what felt like, well, everything. His head tilts, nodding, though with the mention of shifts his brows rise. “I have m-magic.” He says softly.

Glas

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At Glas’s suggestion, and addition to the rudimentary drawing, Erebos brightened once more, all full of agreement and accord. “Yeah! That’d be perfect!” And the crafter had the notions of actually drawing said plan out, instead of utilizing it in snow, where it would undoubtedly be forgotten about and covered in about five minutes. “Thanks!” As he stared down at the parchment, his grin grew wider, wishing he had some charcoal to flesh things out. “And maybe he can have some cocoa!” As if the snowman would survive long enough to have such a beverage.

But thereafter there was more discussion of incantations – notably away from Marcus and back onto potentials. Mouth agape for a moment, Glas had the youth’s full attention again. “Ooooh, you do?! Like what? Mom and Dad have all kinds and Amham has some really cool demigod magic, and I’ve got water!” And more, of course, though he kept the furtive one under wraps (except not really, because he’d already been caught by his parents numerous times).

erebos

and then we dream so much

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

“M-maybe.” Glas murmurs with a soft laugh, withdrawing the parchment to tack on a cup of steaming cocoa that would likely never make it into the snowman’s hand otherwise it’d melt away or be demolished before it had a chance to truly indulge in the drink.

As for mention of magic and shifts, Glas wasn’t one to have any kind of shifts. He’s got his attention back on the youth as he lists out all the kinds of magic everyone he knows has. And in comparison, his isn’t really that impressive, not when he’s seen what the Warden managed on any given day. “I have l-life drain and a c-crafting special m-m-magic.” He can’t stop the stutter this time, but he tries not to think about it when he smiles back over at Erebos.

Glas

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He didn’t take Glas’s maybe into question, nodding along as he added the picture to the sketch. His attention became wholly absorbed by the notions of magic though, and as Glas announced his own capabilities, his eyes lit with wonder and spectacle again. “Oooooh! Dad has life drain. I can never like..see it, but stuff just y’know. Dies.” He made a few gestures like something sweeping through and mowing everything down, figuring the crafter understood, given how he had it himself. Did Glas like to use it? And on what?

And with how often he’d see such incantations in use, none of what the other uttered would’ve surprised him; he was simply fascinated with the arrays, the chances, the opportunities, the possibilities, of whatever capabilities were in store – for himself, or for anyone else. “What sort of stuff do you make? Is there any element you’d want but you don’t have yet?”

erebos

and then we dream so much

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

As Erebos explains that Deimos also had life drain, the crafter’s brows pinch together in quiet surprise. Not that he thinks he should be surprised by it, but the fact was that he often kept that particular magic to himself, ashamed of it in a way that he can’t quite explain. He couldn’t heal anyone or help them, nor at the time that he’d been attacked and left scarred had any magic actually healed him, which is why the scar remains, bunching with the movement his lips take as he quietly thinks. “Yeah.” He did understand what Erebos was getting at, at least.

He’s grateful when the conversation shifts toward other magics, though, Glas stepping aside slightly to gesture inside the shop and all the trinkets on display. Much of it is furniture – new tables, side tables, stools, chairs, armoires, desks, and hutch cabinets all take up space within. “I make furniture and other th-things with wood.” He explains, before he thinks about the question Erbeos poses and a soft smile crosses his face and he looks back toward the youth. “I think I’d want earth.”

Glas

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Erebos’ lack of fear about certain incantations might’ve been unfortunate, or simply the result of constant exposure. Both his parents made sure to utilize things safely, so the notions of fire or life drain didn’t inspire fright or terror. Air of innocence kept and ensnared tight in his jubilant little smile, not understanding while anyone would negate such influences.

But the crafter’s capabilities were inspiring – the grin persistent as Glas described furniture and wooden proportions, his mind imagining all sorts of things orchestrated and made by swift hands and magic. “Have you ever made, like, big tables?” His arms spread out wide, fathoming something enormous and orchestrated for gigantic gatherings – first thing coming into his brain, before it buzzed into the next topic just as swiftly. “Earth is cool!” Everyone in his family currently had some aspect of those enchantments too, well, except him. “I think I’d want that too, but also maybe lightning or fire…or summoning. Have you ever seen someone summon something? Or is there magic you wouldn’t want?”

erebos

and then we dream so much

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

Glas finds that he wasn’t that much older than Glas is now when his life was changed irrevocably. But it’s things that he doesn’t mention, not wanting to ruin the childlike innocence that Erebos harbors especially when he knows that the youth’s parents would ensure utmost safety and ability to help if the boy ever needed it.

So he shows the furniture instead, stepping aside to give him a snapshot of the workshop since he can’t come in yet. One day, maybe. But for now, with Erebos’ question, a soft little laugh slips out of Glas, surprising even himself as Blaze chirps a little from the cat tower he’s settled back on. “Yeah. I have.” They weren’t requested often, but enough that Glas definitely had made a few in the time he’d taken over Westfall Crafting.

Hearing that earth was cool, Glas nods his head in agreement. His smile remains even as the question of summoning comes up, shaking his head enough that his blonde hair starts to fall into his face. He pulls it back and ties it with a little strip of leather before he continues. “N-no. I haven’t.” And it takes him a moment to decide if there was a magic he didn’t want. “I don’t.. want illusion.” He offers instead of the obvious of not wanting life drain. He likes tangible things the best, after all, and illusion seemed a little less exciting to him than the rest of the options. "Is there one that you d-don't want?"

Glas

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His head tilted to behold the furniture within the shop, little features making a proper bestowal of surprise and awe. “Ooooh, neat!” and were he allowed he would’ve pried far, far further, but even Erebos knew about boundaries and limitations, at least when it came to thresholds. He’d heard it a million times from his father alone.

But then Glas hadn’t seen summoning, and he gave a little sigh, disappointed to hear it wasn’t a popular manifestation. Nor did he expect the sudden inclusion of illusion not on the crafter’s list. After all, it was already something Erebos stored within his pulse – nothing strong and enduring, but a potency he wanted to be able to wield confidently, brazenly, with all its trickery and deceit. Fun. Playful. Chaotic. So he hid his blush temporarily, glancing back up at Zuriel and patting at her velvet-like muzzle, giggling when she sent a low breath into his face. “Ummm, no, I don’t think so. I think any of them would be awesome,” spoken with all the confidence of one who’d seen a lot and had never had to feel the shame of being Abandoned.

erebos

and then we dream so much

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

Eventually, maybe one day with the budding friendship and the kindness between Glas and Erebos, that the crafter might be considered an okay friend for the young boy where he would be able to enter the storefront to inspect all of the varying items he’s created over the years. For now, though, seeing as he’s just met the Warden’s son, there’s no judgement or question as to whether or not he doesn’t step in the threshold.

As for summoning, unfortunately Glas doesn’t get out often enough to really make friends to see summoning, so he can’t say whether or not it is a common magic, or whether or not people would admit to having it so blatantly. Regardless, he watches as the youth pats Zuriel’s muzzle and the smile grows soft on his scarred face. “I’m s-sure you would make them g-great.” He agrees softly, settling in against the door frame again and folding his arms across his chest comfortably. “Is there one you w-want that’d be specific to you?” He inquires, his seafoam gaze lingering on Erebos curiously.

Glas

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At the agreement of fostered magics becoming great, and all the confidence stored within a youth’s mind, he grinned again, full of promise and amiability. But at the inquiry, he furrowed his brows, suddenly deep in thought. “You mean like that only I could have?” At the tender age of impending seven years old, he did have multitudes of experience in multiple magic venues, namely because of his family, but as for ones that could only pertain to him…there hadn’t been much in the wake of mulling and musing. “I don’t know yet,” he answered honestly, because the elements sounded wonderful and awesome and extraordinary, but then so did hordes of others, and how he could make them applicable to something inherent that he wanted just for himself couldn’t quite circulate through his mind. Not just yet anyway.

“I’ll think it over though,” arrived on a nod and a promise. “There’s a lot to magic, huh?” Meant probably as a rhetorical inquiry, but nonetheless, maybe Glas had more insight to add.

erebos

and then we dream so much

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

Seeing the shift of youthful attention into the thoughtfulness needed with such a broad question – though Glas wouldn’t have complained if Erebos had come up with a custom magic to Be Better Than Marcus At Everything. He’d likely be just as supportive all the same. But for now, he nods, ensuring that the point was just something Erebos could have, nothing like illusion or summoning or water or healing. Fancier, unique portions the youth could cultivate on his own.

“Yeah.” Glas adds after a moment, a smile finding his face. “The c-crafting one has helped me a lot. But I never thought I’d have something l-like it.” It had been a surprise to wake up one day and go to work only to find that an all days affair certainly still took that long to him, but when he’d been done it had maybe been two hours.

Glas

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If Erebos knew ‘Be Better Than Marcus at Everything’ was an option for a custom magic, he’d be all for it. Though, one might argue he’d like to be capable of doing so entirely on his own, rather than under an enchantment’s influence. Food for thought.

He pondered though, scratching underneath his frost fox’s jaw, listening to the way Orsino’s foot maneuvered and hit the ground at the semblances. “Did it just come naturally to you?” He knew there were spontaneous designs, or ways that others could go searching…sometimes things simply happened as one grew into their abilities and skills. Perhaps much like his own, acquired through birth or growth or some other condition.

erebos

and then we dream so much

// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //

Something to think about for sure. For now, though, the question that reaches him is one that has a small smile tugging on his scarred face, nodding slightly. “Yes.” He says softly, focusing so he won’t have to stutter too much before he goes into the description. “One day I was working and I spent basically all d-day working only to find out it took…a few hours.” Glas murmurs, the memory having been one that confused the fuck out of him until he tried it again.

But he rolls back on his heels a little and straightens up, nodding to Erebos (and somewhat to himself in the process that this has been a better interaction than he’s had in a long time – in terms of conversation and length without him shying away. It’s probably because the boy is young and Glas feels less likely to be judged. “They come to you sometimes.”

Glas

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That he might spend days or weeks or years waiting for more incantations to come into his being was a curious thought. Alternatively it could be naught at all – mere minutes – but for children and incessant needs for instant gratification, the notion caused his brows to furrow. Perhaps he’d been spoiled on tales of his father’s magical exploits, and believing he could be much the same. “Huh. Well, that’s really cool.” For Glas especially. “And it could happen to you again one day,” based on the current conversation anyway.

But one would be able to tell he was contemplating deeply, scratching Orsino inattentively, eyes fixated on ground and snow. “I don’t think I mind working for it either, y’know,” volleying back and forth between those greedy, avaricious kernels in his youthful glow, and the potential to actually forge more goals than being better than an Olson. “Maybe it makes it more worth it?”

erebos

and then we dream so much