...Am I To Believe You Were All At A Picnic? {ABAVEN}

*Lark* · 08-13-2015, 09:25 AM

Attending this meeting was not something that Lark had particularly been looking forward to. While he was serious by nature, most of the time, he had been far more agitated than was normal as of late. The absence of his parents, and of some of his siblings, had left him feeling quite frustrated. Frustrated enough, actually, that he hadn't even cared to participate in his fight training. In his opinion, it had lacked the structure he had expected - and always had received - in his father's training sessions. Not only that, but one of Abaven's own had been stupid enough to go stir up trouble in Imperium and get herself hurt, something she was certain wouldn't have happened under his dad's watchful eye. Not after he'd tried to fight for Rhythm and gotten hurt so badly. Though he knew little of politics, he was certain the best bet was to avoid that pack entirely, certainly not to run off and piss the wolves there off. He could only imagine how Bass would have reacted if it'd been him that had been so stupid.

At Allen's call, he fought the strong urge to roll his eyes. What could possibly be accomplished at a meeting? At the very least, it was a chance to see how his siblings - the few that remained here - were doing. Lark would not be opposed to that. Slowly, making little effort to be prompt, he would head to the meeting alongside the rest of the pack. Briefly he imagined skipping it entirely, finding Calypsei and asking her if she'd rather race across the rapids again, but he knew he had to do the right thing.

There was little expression on his boyish features as he approached the gathering. The girl with the maimed face was there already, as well as a woman with red face markings. He ignored them to find Shrike standing, looking a bit less chipper than usual. His pace quickened as he came to bump his nose into Shrike's shoulder in a quiet greeting. Perhaps they could talk later, but he had nothing to say right now.

It seemed that only a few moments passed before he saw a familiar flash of pale fur from the corner of his eye. Slowly he would turn to him, a grin breaking out on his features; an expression that was normally forced, but this time it was as genuine as anything. And yet his mom's absence did not go unnoticed, and the expression slowly faded. "Dad?" he asked quickly as he took a few steps to him. Quite frankly, he didn't give a damn about what Allen had to say in comparison to this. "Where's mom? Why isn't she here?" There was a faint hint of panic in his voice, though he tried to keep it as level as he could. It wasn't like her to miss a meeting, let alone to miss the chance to reunite with her kids as soon as possible.. surely if she wasn't here yet, she would be soon, right?

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