cigarette ash & wildfire
01-11-2018, 10:17 AM
When Amon had come to these lands, he thought it likely that his own blood kin might follow in his trail. The Abraxas family was expansive, with wings that spread far and wide through many distant realms, but his father's children were all relatively close knit. That being said, Amon had also been raised alongside many cousins as well, and while he was unsurprised so few of Kronnoah's progeny had found their way to Auster, Amon would recognize one of them as easily as his own littermates. Ashiel of course, did not have such a luxury, but at least the boy had the sense to not lose his head over it like others might have. Courteous, but stern. Yes, perhaps Amon did see what his sister meant when she intended for the boy to lead. "Stand down, Nephew," he said with calm familiarity, voice rumbling out of him as he strolled up to meet them. "This is mine and your mother's cousin, Eurynome. Eurynome, this is Ashiel Abraxas, Pyralis' boy." Introductions aside, Amon sat. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," he said, realizing that it had taken him longer to heed her initial call than he would have thought. "When did you arrive in these lands? I haven't seen you in years, it seems." He couldn't in truth recall the last time they had crossed paths, but he wondered what it was that might have driven her here. "Do you carry news from home?" With Skia's arrival, he had learned of Kronnoah's death, but as far as he knew his own father was still alive. He wondered if there were notable mentions from other places, or if she had simply followed the sounds of something stirring, like all the others. And if he was able to use the moment as a test of his nephew's ability to receive strangers well, all the better. "Talk" "You" Think |
Amon is prone to foul language, insulting comments, and the occasional act of violence.
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!
His children are welcome in any and all of his threads!
