Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
He introduces himself and quiets immediately following the introduction, instead focusing entirely on the book in his hands, the lanterns that begin to take shape. One of them is larger than the other, hues of black and silver of metal edged with wood filigree. He soon brings a chisel out, to poke away at a bit of the wood to give it a rough hewn look, running over it with a hard stone to smooth it out. And when he starts to work on the other lantern, this one is smaller and thinner, made entirely of wood and delicate appearing.
He only looks up when the unicorn approaches, fingers twitching along the lanterns he makes as he watches it, trying to keep a bit of distance from it – remembering Loren’s comment of how a unicorn could heal his scarring. But Deimos seems a bit into his own world, and Glas only offers a quiet nod in response to the larger man, keeping to himself and not offering more to him unless he wanted it. For now, however, Glas focuses entirely on his lantern, doing what he’s best at – crafting and pretending he’s not there.
He only looks up when the unicorn approaches, fingers twitching along the lanterns he makes as he watches it, trying to keep a bit of distance from it – remembering Loren’s comment of how a unicorn could heal his scarring. But Deimos seems a bit into his own world, and Glas only offers a quiet nod in response to the larger man, keeping to himself and not offering more to him unless he wanted it. For now, however, Glas focuses entirely on his lantern, doing what he’s best at – crafting and pretending he’s not there.
GLAS
