s a b r i e l
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He had noticed the pheasant girl wandering off with her prize, and had figured she was going to the call that had been made. Sabriel, always up for group events, started to move after her. Not close behind or any such thing, for he wasn't in a rush to get where they were going. Mostly, he wondered if there would be any going to the call that might like a gypsy kind of lifestyle. It was one of his purposes now, to try and reform the group that he had been a part of years ago. All but born into it, and raised by Pompeii and his fathers. He missed them; Hawthorne and Alice and the rest of the little rag-tag group. He missed mother -- Pompeii rather than the birth giver (though he harbors her no ill will) -- but he knew she had died in Diveen.

Sabriel had left soon after finding that out, and he does regret doing it like he had, but the grief had become a consuming thing for a long while. That, and he had found that his wandering ways could not be held back simply because he wished it to be. At least Kelling had come along with him, though he did wish Kellin to have a more normal and stable life. It would be good for the boy, he thinks, though he could not find the way to presuade Kellin of it. Not that he wished his brother gone, for a part of him was glad Kellin wouldn't leave, but Sabriel still wanted what was best for his littlest brother. Perhaps his trip to find his mother would prove successful in giving him a home.

He could hope for the best, at least, and continue on his own path. Which was into the Grotto, it seemed. Sabriel hadn't been down into that in years, though with his height it could be difficult to meander through. His form was willowy enough to go through the tunnels easily even in the thinner places, but it was the height that always got him. Less fun when one had to crouch down so in hopes to find a bigger cavern on the other side. Still, he's in a company sort of mood, and he does have a reason for going, too. So he follows at a polite enough distance, finding himself soon enough looking at five others. There were three males and two females here already, and Sabriel held back just a bit, not sure if the vibe felt welcoming.


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male -- eleven -- mate to micteca -- soulbound to none -- no pack