WITH SOMBER THOUGHT

*Amon* · 12-21-2017, 09:40 AM

Amon could sense the woman's skepticism that he had comported himself in any way similar to her own behavior. His lips curled into a smirk on their own accord, and Amon allowed himself a quiet chuckle, Barely a more than a breath. "Indeed." She introduced herself and he appraised her yet again. "A pleasure to meet you, Jendayi." She claimed to be a wanderer, and his mind wondered if for a moment this woman was of a similar ilk to his sister, Pyralis. When she claimed to avoid stepping on toes, he revised his opinion. Certainly a different sort than his sister.

"Auster is an immensely beautiful land," Amon claimed, smile widening with the ghost of the pride he felt at having claimed his own sliver at last. One that would surely grow, in time. "It does not suffer the same seasons as the Northern continent. Instead we have a cool, rainy season and a season of heat and bountiful sunshine. I've found many wolves favor it over Boreas' climate." He raised a brow, wondering if perhaps Jendayi was considering staying for any length of time. While the man's exterior remained cool and calm, the recesses of his mind were churning. A bounty of possibilities and half-formed assumptions battled for preeminence. A wolf wandering the continents without pack ties would be a valuable resource, if Amon had aught to offer her in recompense.

However, Amon had never been a hasty sort. He knew impulsive actions often led to disaster, and of course any transaction between them would be pending a mutual trust. This would have to come later, but it was something he would file away and continue ruminating over. For now he forced himself to soften, to become a bit warmer, a bit more welcoming. "If you plan to explore the lands here, there is a cove on the western coast that shimmers and shines with an ethereal light at night. If you walk through the waves, the water will trail behind you. Be advised though, it is bordered to the north and south by my Empire and another pack, so be cautious of the borders." He offered a simple shrug, voice blasé.

Amon did not want to imply a threat of any sort, merely advice to a wanderer who wanted to avoid stepping on any toes. The Shimmering Shore was a true marvel, and perhaps if his advice led to a pleasant experience for Jendayi, she would be open to future relations. If aught would come of it, he could not say. That was for the will of the Fallen God to decide, he reminded himself. To Amon, the world was but a series of chess pieces, and he did his best to move them in subtle ways if the opportunity arose. Still his mind was ever churning, churning, churning...

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