Broken Antler Fen i am a fallen angel

yeah! roswell places a large amount of emphasis on his response — encouraged by the exaggeration of maia's own surprise. if he would've had such an interest had ibis still been alive ...well, that was another matter entirely. he likes how the unrivaled belief if something infinitely powerful and that he could harness it ...harbor some of that power within him wraps 'round him like a suit of armor — even if it's not quite that complex at the moment.

right now, he is so charmed by the prospect of magic and young enough that he'd likely believe anything anyone told him.

twig silversong ...the name rings no bells to roswell, but he cants his head to the side as he regards maia, and tries to conjure up some sort of mental image of this mysterious twig fellow.

wowee. roswell breathes, eyes growing 'round as saucers as he hangs on maia's every word with rapt attention that was quite surprising for one so young. yes, yes, yes! roswell crows as he prances around her, suddenly so full of sunlight and energy he felt like he could burst. storee of twig? he asks, hoping with bated breath that she would indeed tell him a story of this new hero twig silversong.