The Life Among The Dead

Long strides with pale limbs pushed him forth in quick pursuit of where his siblings had gotten off to, after he'd stopped to help right Psalm when she'd tripped along the way. Now he was certain his sister was doing fine, and she was rushing along at his side. Given the simple fact that he was the largest of the bunch, he always made an effort to keep his pace slow and head up the back of the pack when they travelled. It made it easier to stop and help when things like this happened. When they finally broke through the treeline and into view of where his other siblings had settled, it was clear he had been a bit slow. There was already a titanic male speaking with Azzurra and Balthier, settled on his haunches and wearing a tight smile. Onyx masked features pinched with concern, he took a few cautious steps closer. Gold marked limbs stilled as he settled into a comfortable stance a few steps behind Balt and Azz, sizing up the strange male.

He'd caught the tail end of the introductions, where Balt had mentioned the Azz hadn't seen their mother since she'd initially left them. It came as a strange realization, accompanied by a strange tightness in his chest. Poor Azz, her illness had taken a lot from her. Thick skull dipping politely in greeting to the older male, the alabaster yearling schooled his features into a more neutral expression. Perhaps the man was simply concerned for the fact that there was a random group of kids lurking at his borders. "Sorry we're late, Psalm took a bit of a tumble back there." he murmured when there was a lull in the conversation, glancing over at his brother and sister who had beat them here. To the ruddy giant, he smiled lightly. "I'm Solo, I hope this isn't a bad time." he said, glancing behind the man in search of his mother's form appearing from the shadows somewhere. The despondent child in him, devastated by his father's disappearance, ardently sought reconciliation with the only parent he had left.

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