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Outside of the Haven, for now.

[ things could change is elliot would prefer a change in direction, but it was a quick go through if anything drastic happened. he didn’t know— with what happened concerning the rathmores, and earlier last year, that nightmare? he hasn’t forgotten that something bad could still happen in their time here. eren steps in first, crawls, and calls with his hand held out: ]

You might need a light to see the rest.

[ do your thing, boo. ]

Wow, that's a pretty far escape route. It's really thoughtful of you Eren!

[Elliot will wait for him, crawling in after. He gives a little nod before he hums the light spell song. A little floating light appears next to him as he grabs onto Eren's hand]

Got it! Remind me to put light spells near the entrance later.

We don’t know what could happen— I don’t want you stuck.

[ grunt! he just wants you to be safe if he isn’t fast enough, or occupied. coupled with a lot of digging to keep the mind sound, we had this thing coming to life. taking elliot’s hand would lead him into the cramped space— at least you could sit just fine without a hunch, but walking on two legs would be complicated unless you were ridiculously small. crawling it was.

the light shining upon the inside of the tunnel would should that there were indeed colors. splatters of red and black that messily slap into bright orange. and that just keeps going, the whole way. ]

There’re these, too.

It's a good idea. The the fires a few months ago did get pretty bad...I'd rather avoid another situation like that.

[He can't trust the natives here to always be tolerant of them. Sure, the worst of them were now away from society, but thoughts like that don't disappear overnight. Elliot knew that well. So having an escape route? Well, it was nice.

He lets his hand be taken, gently squeezing the much larger draconic hand as he gets led through. And considering how short Elliot was...well, it was easier for him to move through. He had to bend down, but no worry about walking unlike our 7 foot dragon here]

Oh! You did do some art! Tell me about them?

[ calling it art sounds funny. eren, doing art— but what else was it? the dragon settles down to point out the reds and such first. elliot will find that his bonded doesn’t quite paint anything specific. the colors are all based on emotion, feeling and taste— it’s even based on what he sees in people.

like this one, right here: a blotch of space with baby orange, green, blues and yellows. this one was elliot— and so on. they’ll be here a while.

but it looks like it’s helped somewhat, in maintaining eren in less of a mental wreck. ]

[Whether or not it sounds funny to some, Elliot doesn't seem to find it so. Instead, he looks at each piece earnestly, listening to Eren's explanations with complete attention. Sometimes he'll even pull out his communicator to snap a photo of them.

Maybe he's got a long way to go before he's close to a skillful level, Elliot will treasure each piece. Just like their creator...they're important, after all.]

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