patient is the night | group of joiners

[matthew f.]

GET OUT OF THESE HILLS

It was a worrying thing, to reunite with family long gone, for you did not have the knowledge of how they would take it. If you were lucky, they would be accepting and good-natured about it, but if you weren't lucky? you could chance an attack, disbelief, outright refusal. It's not as if Matthew had no knowledge of these things, for he had experience aplenty, but even he could not predict how unknown peoples could react. Violently, peacefully? he had no idea.
It was heartening that his kin, and unknown serpent, were positive about the outcome of this, for he was unsure.

Startling was the appearance of a small feline, bearing a countenance so akin to those around him. It seemed as if he realised it too, for surprised he seemed with mouth agape. The voice of a boy rang from him, a snapshot of frozen youth. How did they know Beck? well, they certainly didn't know him very well yet. Just about to open his mouth to speak, an interruption came in the form of a great beast with anger in his gaze. Muscles taunt and claws raking the earth, the beast seemed ready to strike at a moments notice. Matthew was not ready to give him that notice.

"Good sirs, you may rest your hackles. We rather wish to avoid opposition." It wasn't as if they were unable to take the maned sir on in a duel, but it was rather pleasant to avoid. "We do believe that the one known as 'Beck' is kin to us, a brother. We do not happen to know him yet, for our hope is to reunite."

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