bittersweet symphony

The wraith had kept his mouth shut during the meeting. Not that he hadn't caught the fleeting glances that his aunt has shot his way as she announced that the pack would abandon the Shrine, and the Abraxas name. For a while, he'd considered packing his things, preparing to follow. Yet... He couldn't manage it. Staring at the only home he'd ever had, it had twisted his stomach to begin sorting through the relics of his young life and determining what was worth hauling across Boreas. The day of the pack's move grew closer and closer with each passing day, but he wasn't sure how to face his aunt Venom. The Empress, who had once cast his family out from the comforts of home and the familiarity of the family name. Would she curse him for clinging to the Shrine? Instruct their kin to disown him, shun him entirely? He wondered to himself, as he slipped through the narrow entrance to the restored outbuilding where he lived, if those ties mattered more than his connection to God.

It was too late to reconsider his position. He'd waited for far too long, and dragged it out as long as possible. Ashen would be leaving the alabaster woodlands and the archipelago within the day. He arranged the little metal teapot on a well worn hide and dropped a bundle of herbs into the hot water within. Pollux had tied the bundle with sinew, along with plenty of others at his master's direction. This blend was chamomile, mint, and a few precious tea leaves. The amethyst marked male tipped his head back and called for the Empress, hoping that she would be able to make the time to see him.

"Pontifex" || "Hallux" || "Pollux"