[ His gaze darts here and there, tracking those who go, and returning like one of his feathery messengers to the two that remain. As they approach, he slides one shoe along the ground so that the carved sole leaves a strange mark on the path and he stands with his feet at shoulder width. A small and deliberate gesture that seems to encourage him to stay where he is rather than retreat further. A single mark won't protect him; it merely grounds the warding running through his coat lining, which in turn can only buy him time in the event of an attack. Best of all, obviously, would simply not to be attacked in the first place.
With that in mind, the incline of the head he gives to the pair is not that different from the one with which he took leave from Qetzi'ah, but imbued with more politeness than the uncomfortable weight of significance that deforms Qetzi's place in the House. This one pretends that all positions are clear, that everything is as it should be. It projects that he will be fine, that he temporarily belongs here. All notions and ideas that would most likely only amuse Dinah, if they made any impact at all. ]
Greetings, Hekate. Ivor. [ He stares guilelessly at Hekate, barely glancing at the man lurking behind her. Men are not masters in this house, Qetzi'ah said, and hyenas are matriarchal. ] A pleasure to meet you. I'm Brandon, Master Morrison's guest.
[ Which hardly needed to be said, but Hekate seems like she might tolerate human frivolities of speech. ]
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With that in mind, the incline of the head he gives to the pair is not that different from the one with which he took leave from Qetzi'ah, but imbued with more politeness than the uncomfortable weight of significance that deforms Qetzi's place in the House. This one pretends that all positions are clear, that everything is as it should be. It projects that he will be fine, that he temporarily belongs here. All notions and ideas that would most likely only amuse Dinah, if they made any impact at all. ]
Greetings, Hekate. Ivor. [ He stares guilelessly at Hekate, barely glancing at the man lurking behind her. Men are not masters in this house, Qetzi'ah said, and hyenas are matriarchal. ] A pleasure to meet you. I'm Brandon, Master Morrison's guest.
[ Which hardly needed to be said, but Hekate seems like she might tolerate human frivolities of speech. ]