It Didn't Look Sharp
AW in the Armory
Bard
11-15-2022, 10:11 PM
Rooms filled with deadly weapons-- don't threaten Dread with a good time. He can't help but give an ever so slight wag of his tail before fending it off, realizing that maybe he was only picking what he wanted to hear from Artorias's words. It seemed that Talyssa, in all her tears, did a good job of absorbing the brunt of the disappointment. Dread really couldn't help himself when it came to gazing about at the weapons, the armory for the Hallows as a whole. There was so much of it... all these arms, all this armor, for one pack? Absolutely wild. "So... what you're saying is, I can come back in here if I get someone to come with me?" Dread watched the Aegis carefully for a response. His gaze came to rest on a polearm, as long as Dread would likely be tall when he was done growing. There was a glint in his eye, a glimmer. While Dread wouldn't touch it, it was quite clear that he wanted to. Not a toy, no, but something he'd learn how to use in due time. "How do you clean them? What do you need to do?" They were the same questions he'd ask Halo a million times over, damn near interrogating anyone who would share even a little bit of knowledge. While those particularly used to him were patient, Dread's questions tended to be ceaseless, bordering on tiresome. Still, the child is excited, and there is so much to learn. So much to explore. When he's older... when he's bigger. It made sense, but Dread wanted to learn what he could now. A sponge, of sorts. He needed to know all of the things, a likely reason for all the questions. Still, at the prospect of coming back to train, an uncharacteristic smile crossed the boy's face. Not the typical smirk, no, but something genuine. Dread made eye contact with Talyssa, a twitch to his tail. He could come back, he could train here, and he could spend time with the rest of his family... that sounded pretty good in his mind. "Yes!" It's nearly a bark, excited that Artorias would bring one of the weapons down for a closer look. Ah shit, where were his manners? Mom would be disappointed. "Um, yes please." Right, balance the enthusiasm with the manners. Sure. Dread could do that. |