Why hadn't anyone else come down? Usually Erik could count on at least Delphi making an appearance where she smelled trouble, but she must be off getting into it elsewhere. Morg was supposed to be around here somewhere, but with how snowy it had been lately, the raw weather was less than comfortable on her shrooms. Whatever Maki was off dreaming up-- ugh, it had left him walking into the group alone.
Finally slipping out of the cave, away from the slow train wreck of an afternoon, Erik was quick to realize he wasn't the only one with that idea. Which one was that? He was shit with names, actually, it was one of the two younger ones. She'd gone to peer out over one of the close ledges, but... nah, fuck, he couldn't just let her get maybe one of the lamest views the Maw had to offer. If they were going to come all the way out here, then the least he could do was make sure it was worth her while. Totally that, not the fact that maybe he'd get to not have to be in a room full of strangers alone, and also not be alone.
"Ember," he's pretty sure he's got her name right, otherwise he'd really stepped in it. Still, as soon as he speaks, it becomes apparent why he hadn't until this point. Erik's voice is gravelly, frayed around the edges. It rasps and rumbles in ways that are wildly out of place for a boy of his age especially. He'd push down any self conscious feelings and incline his head in the direction he headed off towards, inviting her to follow. His path was one that seemed to lead down and then up again, around a bend and off north.
"Speech"
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
