A low chuckle rumbled through Rexus' chest as he pulled away to show Atlas his hands, sigining slowly and carefully.
'Make the farm safe, then storytime.'
He gave a broad, playful grin as he began to step away, taking Atlas' advice and grabbing an iron poker to place it by the door, his brow furrowing as he tried to remember where he kept all of the old iron things.
The horse shoes were in the stables, hung over a piece of twine hanging between a set of rafters. There were some old iron gate posts laying in the storage shed that Freyja never wanted to throw out, mentioning it could come in handy. There were iron nails in the same shed, a huge bucket of them.
Rexus took a deep breath, licking his lips as he motioned to Atlas to stay put as he stepped out to gather what he would need to keep them safe.
'Make the farm safe, then storytime.'
He gave a broad, playful grin as he began to step away, taking Atlas' advice and grabbing an iron poker to place it by the door, his brow furrowing as he tried to remember where he kept all of the old iron things.
The horse shoes were in the stables, hung over a piece of twine hanging between a set of rafters. There were some old iron gate posts laying in the storage shed that Freyja never wanted to throw out, mentioning it could come in handy. There were iron nails in the same shed, a huge bucket of them.
Rexus took a deep breath, licking his lips as he motioned to Atlas to stay put as he stepped out to gather what he would need to keep them safe.