Feast of Silence

*Amon* · 04-13-2017, 12:26 PM

Amon had to admit, an afternoon tormenting coyotes with his sister kindled many fond memories of their youth. He sat and smiled, a genuine laugh rolling out into the air around them. "We'd need to find Melchom first," he objected, knowing their brother wouldn't want to be left out. He hadn't seen the man since they'd arrived in Boreas, but he was certain he'd show up again some day. He'd had some trouble with his first litter and Amon assumed he was handling it in whatever way he saw fit. He wished him well, and made a mental note to suggest a bit of coyote roughing whenever he turned up. "As to the kids, I'm sure they'd love to see you again," he said in a dry voice, layered with sarcasm.

They both knew she'd made the kids a little nervous when they were younger. He couldn't blame them of course; hell, she made him nervous now. It seemed that descendants of the Fallen God could only inherit one side of his dual nature, either cold and meticulous, or with wild, untamable spirits bordering on insanity. Pyre was definitely the latter, and he suspected some of his children had inherited that particular blessing as well. Time alone would show what role they were destined to fulfill. In the meantime... "Bison hunting it is," he agreed with a grin. Pyre would have to help him referee, of course. "Meet us in the south then, when you come around to it, and we'll see what they can do." Frankly he was just glad to know that Pyre would be around. She was definitely a good one to back you up in a fight, and with Ana and Adra around as well... He smiled. Things were certainly starting to get interesting.
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