vantage point
02-19-2017, 04:57 PM
The bloody shouldered baroness catches her father's scent on the wind long before he calls out, and her course changes because of it. There was no disregarding the man that had sired them, the elder god. Still, young would inherit the earth. They would inherit the sky. One day, it would all be theirs. That was the feeling, they would take it over one day. Not that Lilith would say that aloud, not in front of Amon. She knew better. He was the king for now, and she would be carefully respectful of it. That was the thing with her father, with her siblings-- careful respect. Too smart for her own good. When her name rings out, Lilith's pace picks up. There's a gait that she carries that none of her siblings can-- the graceful, slow lope of a dancer. Not necessarily dainty, but athletic. Poetry in motion. Though she is not the strongest, she is the smartest, the prettiest. At a careful distance, her voice rings clear as a bell. "Father." A greeting, her head dipping as she closes the remainder of the space with a gallant step. "As always, and you?" She moves to his shoulder, his right side, sitting to look out over the knoll. This is what she wanted, this is what she was looking for. She is comfortable in her distance, not the typical daddy's girl her sister is, but enjoying the one on one time. This is where she would learn, in the den of the lion. The safe space she has, the veil that protects family. Polite, but in her father's personal space none the less. lilith. follow no false light |
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