Times 'A Changin

Apollo, having been finally reunited with his siblings, was loath to allow the elder male of his litter to wander off without him. It was, after all, his duty and pleasure to protect and carry out Amon's orders, which he could not logically do without having been present to... well, receive said orders. With the whole of the remainder of their clan able to guard Amon and Pyralis' nearly-grown children, logically it was their patriarch who was the most at risk without Apollo's watchful presence. Of course, Amon hardly needed someone to take care of him, no. He was an Abraxas, a descendant of the Fallen God Himself. But for all that, they were still trapped within mortal forms, and therefore subject to the whims of nature as ordinary mortals were. So while most any Abraxas could take care of him- or herself, Apollo was well aware that no rational member of their family could possibly object to another watching their back.

The phantom had fallen back a short ways to investigate a commotion (it turned out to be simply two peacocks in a squabble - noisy and annoying but no threat) so it took him a time to catch his brother up once again. He was not terribly concerned about staying on his larger, elder brother's heels - Amon was no fool, and certainly less likely to fall into trouble than Pyralis (despite his aforementioned female littermate's near magical ability to dance her way out of any trouble in a manner that both stumped and vaguely impressed Apollo) so it wasn't as though Apollo needed to be there to babysit him. Just guard his back so he could concentrate on his path.

Though upon actually reaching his brother's heels, Apollo's staid face went even more blankly smooth than usual, and he wondered if he should revise his opinion on Amon falling into trouble.

His sun-bright eyes flicked between Amon's dark form and the strange, tiny, glowing child-spirit that stared at his brother so warily. "A spirit?" he rumbled in that deep, slow voice of his. This land must have been rife with them, or his family more prone than most to the discovery of them. Perhaps it was their god-blood that attracted the spirits so consistently. His young niece was certainly proof that her litter was the product of one, and was that not just like Pyralis to have that sort of luck? "Intriguing..." The word was drawn out just slightly, and he lowered his pale head below his spine to study the creature as he stepped up beside his brother.