Cool guys don't look at explosions, even if they're imaginary
Edmund feels relief that the life of the Abandoned isn't as bad as it had initially sounded. "That's not horrible. I'm glad that they still get a chance." The child looks at his mum with a serious look, "Everybody deserves to be happy mummy. Everybody." To the child, there isn't a single thing someone could do to change this fact. Perhaps as he grew and was exposed to the darker parts of the world, the small Abandoned would change his mind. But for now, it was a fact that he firmly believed.
Nuzzling into his mum's arms, Edmund thinks of the goddess he had only briefly met. Her arms had been warm and protective. Almost as soothing as his own mummy's. He'd very much like to see her once more and get another hug if he can. "At the regional quest? Yay!" As for his questions, the small child has many but he limits it to a few.
"What's she like like mummy? I only remember the hug. What do I call her?" Goddess or lady or something else? Another thought occurs and has him adding another question. "What does she like for presents?" It was that season after all, surely he should know what to eventually get their goddess?
Nuzzling into his mum's arms, Edmund thinks of the goddess he had only briefly met. Her arms had been warm and protective. Almost as soothing as his own mummy's. He'd very much like to see her once more and get another hug if he can. "At the regional quest? Yay!" As for his questions, the small child has many but he limits it to a few.
"What's she like like mummy? I only remember the hug. What do I call her?" Goddess or lady or something else? Another thought occurs and has him adding another question. "What does she like for presents?" It was that season after all, surely he should know what to eventually get their goddess?
EDMUND
