passing down knowledge

As Roan spoke, Resin couldn't tell if he was trying hard to be so formal or if this was just how he spoke. He got straight to the point, however, and the big woman appreciated that. Three things, he said. The scarred fae's haunches folded and she sat tall, waiting for those three things.

Item number one: he wanted her to help him kill the bear that had taken his sister's life. This was something that Iolaire had mentioned to her. Perhaps Roan didn't know it, but Io had already begged her mother to help him. She had agreed. It was a simple request. Kill the bear. Keep the man safe. For her daughter, she would do this. So, as he made his first request, the woman merely closed her golden eye momentarily and nodded.

Item two: he wished for a spar to test his mettle and see if he was ready to kill said bear. Again, she nodded. A wise decision to make sure that he was up to par. It wouldn't do to get into the cave only to realize that he was incapable of reaching his former potential.

Item three: Roan wished to marry Iolaire upon his return. The massive fae's thick ruff bristled a bit and her piercing gaze narrowed. Was he worthy of Iolaire? There was no doubt that the minuscule fae had taken a liking to the silver flecked man. Why else would she ask Resin to assure his safety? Still... "Iolaire is my only living child," the woman's damaged throat produced the growling tones. "I'll skip the threats and promises. You already know the vow and the repercussions of breaking it."

Rising, she squared her thickly muscled form, head lowering. The woman's tail curled above her spine and she growled low again, "Begin."

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