It's not breaking the rules if I live here

Erik didn't have to wait long for Ember to appear. He'd taken some time to sample the snacks laid out, all sorts of things he'd never tried before. There were all sorts of fine imported snacks, mixed with berries, fruits, all sorts of wonderful things. A growing boy and a growing appetite, but he also remembered Tate's stern warning. Something about not being an asshole-- at least he would do his best. How much trouble could Erik really be on his own? Surely no more trouble than his older brother. It was only a little pit stop, he was still looking for Ember.

She appeared, all smiles, pretty as ever. The viking boy dips his muzzle, a respectful greeting. Right, keep things respectful and above board. Do things the way he should if anyone else asked, if anyone else was looking. "'s nice," he smiled. Tail wagging, tone light. It really was nice, even if Erik wasn't used to being indoors. It makes him feel a little stifled, but it would be cool to look around. "For you," he holds out the little parcel, the one Tate had helped him wrap earlier. It's not as elaborate as what he'd made Bramble, but a protection charm of sorts was always going to be useful. Typical to the vikings in style, maybe not the most girly, but well built. He'd taken pride in his work, and maybe that showed in the way he offered a nervous smile.

At the promise of the tower, he perks up. Erik likes the idea that he gets to explore here, in somewhere so very different than home. He perks up, orange gaze shining. Why's this so exciting?
"Speech"