Hideaway Strath Tell me something that I’ll forget

It doesn't take long for the boy to arrive at the call, his head bowed low and chartreuse gaze glued to the 'overseer' and his brood—stagnent and wandering in depth of thought. He has still yet to formally meet the lady of this band, but seeing her together with the man—child hugged close to her breast leaves a lump in Fig's throat.
Standing before them like a shadow, disdain quickly settles on his tongue, and with a hissed sigh through clenched teeth Fig feels his blood simmer; rising and rising through collapsed, attention-starved veins before he's decided he's had enough with looking at the ugly picture upon the rocks.
Fig instead turns his attention to the others around him.