Mind Your Elders [Abraxas]
10-14-2017, 01:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2017, 01:57 PM by Malleus.)
His father's summons rang through the canyon and brought the titan out of his reverie. He was slowly getting back into the swing of things since returning home. Malleus had spent the better part of a day clearing out a new den and preparing it to his liking. He was debating whether or not to stock it with herbs. The titan wasn't the best of healers but he intended to better himself. It was a useful skill to have when certain members of your family tended to get into a lot of fights. It might be a good idea to keep some things on hand just in case. But what kinds? That was the problem. He didn't know. He had half a mind to find himself a little healer slave like Pyralis; someone to teach him and temporarily fill the gaps where his knowledge was weak.
He continued to mull both his selection of herbs and the possibility of a slave over on the way to the gathering. Once there Malleus stopped at the edge of the gathering to look over those in attendance. Many he hadn't seen since returning to the family and one in particular surprised him. Ashiel had shot up considerably and was showing every sign of filling out and becoming a strong and capable man. Clearly Pyralis had chosen his father well.
After giving a warm nod to any who made eye contact with him, the titan moved off to the side of the gathering and settled down by himself. Seeing Ashiel had gotten him thinking about children of his own. He was two years old now and quickly approaching the turn of his third year, and he had nothing to show for it. Sure, he was still very young, but he was beginning to feel the pressure. They all had to do their part and while it may not have been true Malleus felt as if his father was impatiently waiting for his children to bless him with another generation of Abraxas. As the oldest of Amon's children it made sense that he would be the first and that thought only added to the pressure he felt.
He continued to mull both his selection of herbs and the possibility of a slave over on the way to the gathering. Once there Malleus stopped at the edge of the gathering to look over those in attendance. Many he hadn't seen since returning to the family and one in particular surprised him. Ashiel had shot up considerably and was showing every sign of filling out and becoming a strong and capable man. Clearly Pyralis had chosen his father well.
After giving a warm nod to any who made eye contact with him, the titan moved off to the side of the gathering and settled down by himself. Seeing Ashiel had gotten him thinking about children of his own. He was two years old now and quickly approaching the turn of his third year, and he had nothing to show for it. Sure, he was still very young, but he was beginning to feel the pressure. They all had to do their part and while it may not have been true Malleus felt as if his father was impatiently waiting for his children to bless him with another generation of Abraxas. As the oldest of Amon's children it made sense that he would be the first and that thought only added to the pressure he felt.