Good Tidings I Bring [Abraxas]

Pyrrhic was in his craft room when Ashiel's call rang through the castle. He was quick to put aside the circle of bone he'd been been working on and heed the call. The young Abraxas had spent the better part of a day experimenting with bone. He'd made plenty of game pieces out of wood, but so far everything he had of bone was in its natural state. He wasn't sure if he could do it and already the single piece he was working on had taken him longer than a half dozen wood ones, but he liked the durability and appearance of bone.

Reaching Ashiel and Pyralis, Pyrrhic gave a warm nod to both then asked Ashiel, "How's Maeve?" Though she'd been a cousin, the girl had grown up with him and been like a sister. Serene had suckled her side by side with Pyrrhic's litter. Even though he knew it was for the best and she was where she needed to be, Maeve's departure saddened him. He hoped she was happy in the homeland.