Violins & Blood

As the meeting begins, Viktor remains stiff. Stolid, his gaze near unblinking where it settles on Érebos. There's something to be said for formalities, something to be said for getting on the same page. Fine. Though it's all things they should well already be aware of, actually saying it aloud and setting the ground rules is probably for the best. Having everyone finally together in their new home is a strange feeling, one Viktor doesn't know how to reconcile yet.

Speech concluded, he rests over his hocks. Grounding himself, as he takes in the information given. The band, the progression, the warning. "Understood." Unflinching, unblinking. Most of the news isn't new, after all.

"speech"