Greener Pastures [Abraxas Meeting]

Seth's green eyes shifted as his aunt entered the scene in her usual manner, and though she did not address him directly he bowed to her in much the same manner as he had Amon, in part as an excuse to drop his gaze before the bright spark of anger there could be seen. 'Wee Seth' indeed. He gave a purely internal sigh at his uncle's unspoken command. "As you wish," was all he said though, his voice a quiet rumble quite out of keeping with the size of the rest of him.

He did not bother to lower his twisted haunches to the sand as he stood to await the others, keeping his expression carefully neutral and his stunted body seemingly relaxed. Amon's children began to slowly trickle in. Most simply cast a glance his direction and then proceeded to ignore him, or dispensed with the glance entirely as though he was simply part of the landscape. Only Rahovart seemed mildly approving, though as he did not credit his cold cousin with a great deal of protectiveness towards him if it came down to it Seth did not grant it much significance.

Another of his aunts and another uncle also appeared, and he carefully bowed in greeting to each though neither seemed to spare him a single glance. Better to show the respect even when it wasn't acknowledged, than to not and incur their wrath if they had only been pretending to ignore him.

Last to arrive was his aunt Anamalech's child, and a carefully-concealed interest was kindled when the child deliberately turned her back to Amon, her scorn and clear lack of respect flaunted in front of the entirety of the family. His gaze darted quickly to Amon to see how the patriarch would take this blasphemy. He was not disappointed, as Amon's whole continence took on the threatening semblance of stormclouds boiling up. If he'd seen a sky take on that look, Seth would have taken shelter immediately with the certainty of a tornado to follow.

He idly wondered if this child had it in her to prove herself worthy of living as he had - though she had no beloved sibling whose death would give her her life. His eyes narrowed speculatively, carefully not moving to his uncle and giving away the sudden thought that had occurred to him. Surely she would not be given the task to rid the family of one small, useless cousin in exchange for her own life... Well, she would not find that small, useless cousin to be easy prey, if so.

He finally pried his expressionless gaze from his youngest cousin as Amon addressed them all once again. So they were to be moving to this southern continent. Very well, it was of little matter to him where the family chose to make their temporary home. One place was as good as another, for a clever wolf. He shifted only his eyes as one of his cousins spoke, a fair question, but he himself remained silent and still, choosing to not draw attention to himself until he had something of merit to add.