Set Me Up

Thalia didn't return the smile, which was hardly surprising for the serious-faced Abraxas, but there was an air of familiarity that nearly resembled warmth. If she was taken aback at his more cheerful greeting, she made no sign of it, keeping her gaze steady as he greeted her. "A pleasure indeed," she agreed easily. Briefly she wondered if his proximity to Aerie's lands signified anything of important. Perhaps he was keeping an eye on things, or merely curious? The skeptical nature in her was impossible to truly ignore, though she supposed he'd been rather upfront with her about wanting to know more about his Abraxas upbringing.

Thankfully he spoke openly, almost as if reading her mind, if she believed in such foolishness. "I'm happy to tell you what I know," she admitted, after a moment of thought. Though she was wary of Kefka, she was less paranoid of him than she generally was of others. He was of her blood, and if nothing less deserved to know the story of how the Abraxas had came to be. Their greatness was something needing to be spread, though she realized as she grew older that most wolves would give little weight to mere words. As Eligos had explained, their greatness needed to be displayed, to each and every pack that learned they needed the Abraxas by their side - a lofty goal, but one she would devote her life to. "Do you know the story of the Fallen God?" That was a solid starting point. If he truly wanted to know more about the Abraxas, he first needed to hear the story of the Fallen God.

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