Sven had risen with his father, and as the weary man left to tend to his work, the small boy too had set out to spend his early day as any other was pursued nowadays. He wasn't entirely sure what Skoll's 'work' entailed, but he trusted that it was important as it usually kept the man away for the day and he always came back exceptionally tired. Far more tired than Sven had ever seen Piety, and anyways, father was
still here. Each passing day it could be seen, even if Sven didn't fully understand it, that his father was working his hardest to keep everything together, and the boy dearly loved him for it.
That was a good portion of way he began to crave his attention more and more, though he refused to ask @
Skoll for it. Instead, he basked in the rare moments given to him and when alone, wished largely for his father to get just one
break so that he could come play or teach him something new (father knew
so many things). Part of him still wished for Piety, but the expectation was absent. Skoll's presence was an actual possibility, and with each passing day, Piety's more and more became
not.
He was thinking now about learning to hunt, remembering the many small creatures brought to them and how he had boxed them to death with his playing. It wasn't the same as hunting, he understood, for he'd seen similar beasties before and been unable to capture them as father had, and things weren't quite as worth doing if it couldn't be done as Skoll did them. Still, the pale boy was constantly on the look out, trying here and there without any success. Ears and eyes attuned to the earth for the pitter patter of tinier feet, he did not at all notice the presence creeping up on him until Hecate's rough voice snapped its way into his ears.
Whirling around, shock was only allowed presence upon his dial for a split second before he covered it all up with a scowl. She had
startled him, and that only drew the match closer to the deep reservoir of gasoline within his chest. His over sized ears pressed forward to catch what more she was saying, and it very much sounded as though this
stranger were about to
scold him. Worse yet, her pale body only served to remind him of his mother, and a
growl began to leak from betwixt his gritted teeth as he struggled to remember his manners.
Then, Hecate recovered oh so gracefully.
"Scared?" he repeated, losing a large dosage of the menace he'd held in his countenance just moments before.
"Archer's don't get scared, 'specially me!"
Sex: Female
