"Mmmh." Samkrend gives a slow nod, gesturing to "Did I not already?"
"You did, but not in depth." You shrug, leaning back in the cushion, looking over the three siblings with an eye of appraisal. You note, with a ghost of a grin, that they are doing the same -- except for Rekhyt. He's playing with one of his younger siblings, teasing and tickling and laughing. Without a care.
Bat stands nearly [2 meters] tall. His frame is strapped with muscle and scar. His long black hair falls over a blunt face with a broken nose and a scarred jaw. He has his father's grey eyes, and they drift across you and your retinue equally. He shifts, uncomfortable with the attention -- and you note that unlike Rekhyt, the fine silks seem uncomfortable on his lumpen frame. He scratches his beard and dips a nod. "Greetings." Is all he offers, uncomfortably, his accent heavy.
Atlan gives you one look and tosses her golden hair over her shoulder, looking anywhere else. She's closer to your age, and it shows. But the way she holds herself reminds you of an unsprung trap. Tightly wound and tense. "Yes, Hello. How are you." She offers stiffly, before turning to her father, "[May I be dismissed? This bores me.]"
"[Show some respect.]"
"Bat is my firstborn," Samkrend begins to explain, wrapping an arm around his eldest son, "My first wife. She was the first woman I ever loved when I returned home. She passed due to illness after his birth, but I raised him right. I think. He's a good officer and a good soldier, right?"
Next, he gestures to Atlan, "Atlan my second born. Her mother is a fierce warlord in the north, with many allied clans beneath her boot. She spends much of her time there, in the land of [cypress]. She has her mother's fire, I fear." Atlan rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Rekhyt is...his mother comes from the cities on the sea's edge." Samkrend's lips quirk, "They...they are a strange people. More like Holylanders than Outlanders. He's too clever for his own good -- and a [Trickster, approx. Coyote]. Sharp, but sharp things sometimes cut both ways."
Rekhyt waves politely when he's introduced, unconcerned, and he returns his attention back to the younger sibling. You notice a side glance from the young man, before his easy smile returns.
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