EREBOS

The lithe, blue princeling, forever curious about the world, continued discovering, exploring, and investigating – this time, towards the reaches of the caves, where not so long ago they’d all been trapped, confined, within: hiding from the pestilence. Perhaps with this new enigma brewing, a murder, a mystery, he’d be able to find another clue, another hint, towards the whirlwind phenomenon, the tangled, warped threads. He bowed his head into the entreating darkness and ducked into the glowing lights, inspired, intrigued, by all the nuance around him, it wasn’t difficult to entangle his curiosity further into the inquisitive weeds: beyond, echoing and bounding off the walls, was a squawking sound. Damned by interest, he chiseled himself closer to the cave pathways, leaning against damp stone and rubble, peeking around corners as he followed the strange noise, pondering over what he’d find when he reached the odd decibels and loud din: was there a creature trapped in these lairs, cackling, menacing, bustling until its next meal? Would it eat a foal? However, upon searching through one more corridor, his eyes caught the tail end of feathers, bristled and wild, elongated and puffed, seemingly irritated, annoyed, and exasperated. The young lad’s gaze grew impeccably wide as he took in the image further, a turkey, gobbling and irate, massive and enormous, towering and inflating in the large hall. His jaw slackened as he stared (what fascinating creatures Helovia held), and it took a few moments for him to gather back any composure his mother had taught him, revering the immense bird with a look of fascination and compulsion: though it seemed she wouldn’t be able to provide him answers amidst the clouds of peril and treachery, perhaps…she’d be capable of gleaming other things (his chiseled, piercing gaze sought out an egg in the background, burrowed in a nest, then heaved towards her talons – was it similar to Tobias’ once noble egg, wiggling and wobbling until he was freed of its confines, bonded to his chosen: Adelric?). The lad wandered in, slowly, methodically, eyeing the other occupant, a Pegasus (it was too bad there was no time to ask him about his wings), before courting an impish, devil-may-care smile towards the turkey. Maybe he could assist her, and she could assist him. It was certainly worth the attempt. His exuberant voice, his bestial confidence, his ruffian demeanor, boomed and ricocheted off the grotto barriers, a child’s game, a lad’s dream, a silly hope growing and brewing anew. “I could help! What do you like to eat?”

[Wishlist - Would like a Kitsune. No prior refusals.

Erebos will be bringing: mint, milk, sugar, flour, ginger, cinnamon, and peaches.]