EREBOS

Truly, Erebos should have remembered and recalled the colt from earlier days of failed tasks, where they’d been too cheeky, too brazen, too bold to understand the curls and coils of paradoxes. Offhandedly, as if the notion didn’t really matter, he bore minimal interest in the query, enamored and intrigued only by the boots and not the owner. “Maybe.” He shrugged briefly, then maneuvered his grass lantern closer, examining the wonder and awe of the newfound object. Inspired by their notion and purpose, his mind set off a wheel of questions and queries, though voicing none. Were they for protection? Safeguarding? Munitions? Crashing into an enemy and ensuring bodily harm? He thought Adelric might like them, because he’d found deadly items in the grass before (the sharpened needle, the threat of a prick across one’s skin), but they were not to be snagged and snatched away. The other colt had nothing to fear from Erebos; while avaricious at times, the child wasn’t about to snap out for something already claimed (or an object he had no want for – the guards, upon this current inspection, were not an ornament he craved, yearned, or coveted). Whether or not he had the ability to threaten, to devour, to consume the winged boy’s gadgets was another notion entirely, and he narrowed his gaze for a moment of quiet speculation, or to offer the briefest sentiment of treachery with a widening, Cheshire grin – but the moment soon died thereafter, becoming too intrigued and enamored with the passing instances and junctures. His fire cast an eerie shade upon the silver entities, shrouded them in laced potency, in devil-may-care potential, and remained, bright, vivid, effervescent, as the stranger agreed to further assistance. The lad raised his head slightly, speculating on the appeal, whether or not he should (to take back his offer simply because he could, swing across the rifts of temptation and mischief?), whether or not he could actually provide any other guiding hand, and shrugged again indifferently, holding his father’s signature nonchalance tightly in his features. Erebos’s head lowered again, inspecting the ties, the knots, the tethers and strings required to hold and ensure their stature remained on the beasts’ limbs, for it would be quite sad and disappointing to find something only to lose it so quickly thereafter. Placing his fiery blade of grass upon a larger stone, ensuring it wasn’t going to catch upon other elongated tassels and start an enormous blaze (he had no desire to be written as the child who set the Heavenly Fields on fire), he used its guiding light to sink his teeth around one strap, and tugged it sharply towards the right. Mouth full, he raised his eyes towards the opposing lad’s, and managed to muffle short spurts. “Like this?”

@[Ilios]