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The growing prince decided he liked this newcomer instantly. Even if he was massive, even if he was a behemoth, he lowered himself to the little scion’s level, didn’t chastise, didn’t lecture, didn’t scold, and didn’t mock – truly, someone that could become a great companion. All of his friends, united in musketeer antics and devilish endeavors, served the same natural order; amusement, diversions, unraveling mysteries, and coaxing infidel wiles. If this Grim felt no need to harness or harpoon Erebos’ pursuits, all the better he was to become a grand ally (especially with his size! Someone built and gruff could always be helpful!). The cheeky lad, features encased in rapt grins and adventurous gleams, listened to the adults for a time, tilting his head in vivid curiosity, then staring off towards darkened limbs and heavy boughs, imagining, dreaming, seeking out those idle moments of onslaught and ambition. He inclined back towards the beast and General Torleik when an answer was solidified, and like a charming rogue, the colt bowed back, like his mother did to the world, and like his father did to only a respected few. “Nice to meet you, Grim!” His energy, zealous and ebullient, rolled and coiled, curled and unfurled, once the Colossus announced his intentions towards finding a home, the Basin, and his gallant chest was a flutter at the grand news. His limbs found more bouncing steps and precarious antics, wandering over a few crushed sticks and pummeling them into further embankments of soil, excitement barreling and hastening over his proud essence. “A good choice, I think!” He’d have no other say on the matter; he’d been molded into loyal bouts and conviction-laced calculations, his innards were fire but his heart was finessed into ice and mountains, peaks and caverns, and the aurora was the only spell he needed cast upon his crown. The tiny cretin had journeyed but to one other empire, of sands, of dunes, of blood trees and dragon legends, but he still didn’t believe it held the splendor, the decadence, contained in the rime-laden world he’d been born within. Entertained and diverted by the notion of beckoning the newest member back into the blessed, anointed sovereign, he crashed and chased after the beams of paths and trails, blazing over old warrens. “You can follow me home! I know the way!”
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