@mrcyclopsfan asked: "If you punch a mountain do you think you could break it?" Teucer asked making his toy ruin guard punch his brothers leg.
"i could. i can." he says in full confidence, barely a pause to the way he playfully attempts to return the "punch" in the form of poking the toy's fist. the siblings squat by the warm hearth of the house as winter falls all around the home once more.
occasions to visit home are becoming sparser. the tsaritsa's plans are unfolding fast—too fast, perhaps—and opportunities to come back to snezhnaya are few. though he wouldn't mind working around the clock, the curious look on teucer's face makes nostalgia ache in his chest.
a particularly hard poke to the ruin guard's center, right where its core sits. he mimics the sound of an explosion with his mouth, "pshhhh! and, i've won." then a laugh, rather contained, preserving parts of his happiness for himself. "don't look at me like that! i can definitely punch a mountain and make it fall. ask mr. cyclops here, he's seen it."
