A Call to Arms [Abraxas War Meeting]
11-16-2017, 11:10 PM
His father had spoken to him at great length of his plans. Oh yes, Gaios was well versed in the ins and outs of more strategies than he could count. At first he had been fascinated and intrigued, gladly playing into Amon's extensive rounds of 'What If?' Of course, after weeks and weeks one did grow tired of it. Needless to say, Gaios was glad for the season to change, the marker that he seen his first year through. Gaios had assumed nearly all of his adult height, if not the bulk which ought to wrap around it. Still, he was a stocky lad, and proud of the progress he had made since his more extreme youth. When Amon's call rang out, Gaios was not far. He had been trailing his father's journey north, having an inkling of what was to come. Even so, he saw that several of his family members had preceded his arrival, and he gave them each a brief nod and thin smile. His mismatched eyes fell at last on his father and there they stayed, even as he sat at Malleus' side, waiting to see who else might appear. From the corner of his eye he watched Ashiel. Truth be told, Gaios was a bit nervous that so many wolves were gathering partially for them. Gaios knew he would probably have to speak in front of all of them, and it was not necessarily a prospect he relished. The boy was much more comfortable observing that presenting, but as his father told him so many times, comfortable wolves did not grow. "Talk" "You" Think |
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