02-20-2020, 09:38 AM
Politics were, admittedly, not one of his stronger suits. Not in the way that sight escaped him, but more in the way that he didn't understand the nuances, the fine details that made up any politician's decision making. This, then, was one of those precious learning experiences for him - and he was a very, very fast learner.
He knew little of the specifics, but he did know that Moth had been captured and Tanglewood was marching on the Pitt (who had presumably been behind the capture - would be a bit strange for them to flaunt power against those who hadn't wrong them, from his understanding of Tangler behavior) in order to negotiate... something. Really, he was here for the learning experience, and to help out should negotiation turn to combat. Adrenaline coursed through his blood, and his blood coursed through his body in turn, pushing him forwards, until he came to a stop besides Aurum.
Aurum, who was bristling, a ticking timebomb, ready to detonate at whatever point certain key words were said. He could feel the tension in the lion's muscles from beside him - frankly, it was disconcerting. Abathur hadn't witnessed such anger from him when he could witness things, nor when he was forced to rely on touch alone. All he knew of the lion was his fierce loyalty and his general friendliness to those around him. A kind heart, for whatever that was worth - but perhaps his assessment was wrong. He reached out one of his legs to touch the side of the lion, in an echo of something Aurum had done for him once - he hoped to ground him, keep him just a little bit calmer, extend that fuse which was so helplessly burning away, threatening the peace talks.
After that small interaction, he took a few steps forward, prodding at the ground a few times to fully assess the Pittians that were assembled. It was a sparse crowd, if you could call a duo a crowd. One presumably adult, from his voice, the spread of his limbs, the cool pulse of his heartbeat through his veins, the other a child, addled by a fear he could not tell the cause of. A very sparse showing. He didn't know either of them, but he had a guess as to the adult - who else would speak from such a place of relative tranquility than the man whose name was being thrown around, the new leader of the Pitt? He was wrong, of course, but that was where his assessments led him, even if he was incorrect. As Aurum spread his wings, so too did Abathur spread his legs just a little bit, standing taller, flicking his chelicarae as if hungering to bite into someone, to spread his venom - a mere intimidation, but hopefully it would do the trick.
He knew little of the specifics, but he did know that Moth had been captured and Tanglewood was marching on the Pitt (who had presumably been behind the capture - would be a bit strange for them to flaunt power against those who hadn't wrong them, from his understanding of Tangler behavior) in order to negotiate... something. Really, he was here for the learning experience, and to help out should negotiation turn to combat. Adrenaline coursed through his blood, and his blood coursed through his body in turn, pushing him forwards, until he came to a stop besides Aurum.
Aurum, who was bristling, a ticking timebomb, ready to detonate at whatever point certain key words were said. He could feel the tension in the lion's muscles from beside him - frankly, it was disconcerting. Abathur hadn't witnessed such anger from him when he could witness things, nor when he was forced to rely on touch alone. All he knew of the lion was his fierce loyalty and his general friendliness to those around him. A kind heart, for whatever that was worth - but perhaps his assessment was wrong. He reached out one of his legs to touch the side of the lion, in an echo of something Aurum had done for him once - he hoped to ground him, keep him just a little bit calmer, extend that fuse which was so helplessly burning away, threatening the peace talks.
After that small interaction, he took a few steps forward, prodding at the ground a few times to fully assess the Pittians that were assembled. It was a sparse crowd, if you could call a duo a crowd. One presumably adult, from his voice, the spread of his limbs, the cool pulse of his heartbeat through his veins, the other a child, addled by a fear he could not tell the cause of. A very sparse showing. He didn't know either of them, but he had a guess as to the adult - who else would speak from such a place of relative tranquility than the man whose name was being thrown around, the new leader of the Pitt? He was wrong, of course, but that was where his assessments led him, even if he was incorrect. As Aurum spread his wings, so too did Abathur spread his legs just a little bit, standing taller, flicking his chelicarae as if hungering to bite into someone, to spread his venom - a mere intimidation, but hopefully it would do the trick.
tags - "speech"