11-07-2020, 09:50 PM
NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — What are the masks for? The question caught Aurum off guard, despite the fact that he didn't know all that much about Halloween himself. It seemed rather unheard of, to not have any idea about how Halloween involved dressing up in different costumes. Holding back a bit of laughter from his shock, the lion answered with a smile, adjusting his own mask to push it up slightly, "Ah, they're costumes! Part of the Halloween tradition. You dress up and go around saying trick or treat to ask for candy. I didn't really have a costume prepared, though, so I'm just using my mask that I got from our traditions." He really didn't mind wearing it for more than just battle, considering Tanglewood didn't actually get into fights all that often these days. It had seen more use during the days of the Tanglewood and Pitt war, but that wasn't to say that Aurum missed those days. He was glad not to have to worry about a fight around every corner, or his beloved friends and groupmates getting grabbed by a vicious enemy.
The approach of Salvia caused Aurum to smile slightly, a chuckle leaving him before he wrapped his tail around his son's back. He didn't answer his son's initial question, mainly because it was directed at Elsweyr, but also because he didn't really know what she had meant either. Perhaps the weakening of the veil between living and dead? The idea of that just unnerved him, causing a faint shiver to run up his spine. Of course, he only found himself wincing more when Salvia echoed Sophiea's words, and he sent a short glare in Soph's direction. He grumbled softly, a sigh leaving him, "Thanks, Soph..." He then turned back towards his child, saying in a more gentle tone, "What a knob is, isn't all that important, I promise. It's really best for you to just not call anybody a knob, okay?" The angel knew that he cursed quite a bit himself, but that didn't mean he wanted Salvia cursing. At least not until he was a bit older. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
The approach of Salvia caused Aurum to smile slightly, a chuckle leaving him before he wrapped his tail around his son's back. He didn't answer his son's initial question, mainly because it was directed at Elsweyr, but also because he didn't really know what she had meant either. Perhaps the weakening of the veil between living and dead? The idea of that just unnerved him, causing a faint shiver to run up his spine. Of course, he only found himself wincing more when Salvia echoed Sophiea's words, and he sent a short glare in Soph's direction. He grumbled softly, a sigh leaving him, "Thanks, Soph..." He then turned back towards his child, saying in a more gentle tone, "What a knob is, isn't all that important, I promise. It's really best for you to just not call anybody a knob, okay?" The angel knew that he cursed quite a bit himself, but that didn't mean he wanted Salvia cursing. At least not until he was a bit older. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
— Reggan