Behold- A Grey Ghost

It didn't take long for a man to approach. A great beast only a few inches take than herself. He called her a ghost as so many had before.  It was a title that the scarred woman had always been proud to wear. Low, rich vocals,  accented just as her daughters tones were, slipped free. "Ghost indeed." She noted that he had said 'My Armada.' Interesting. 


Black backed ears swiveled forward as the brute spoke. Iolaire believed that she was dead,  eh? The woman gave her thick neck a shake,  the obsidian ruff swaying after the movement had ceased.  "It's no surprise." She had been absent from the girls life and for good reason. She was never meant to be a mother,  but had done the best that she believed she was able.  Iolaire was all alive,  afterall. The same couldn't be said for her son's. 

"Is she well?" Resin inquired after her offspring.  Surely this man would know.  She could practically smell the tension on him. "Say so and I'll be on my way." She'd only tracked the small female to deliver news.  She would not intrude upon the life that she had built.