I like you

*Resin* · 07-27-2020, 10:38 AM

Tamsyn seemed to like the idea of spending more time together. Resin could see the smile on her face and could almost feel the pleasure radiating off of the smaller woman. Just like the black fae, the scarred dame felt at ease when they were together. She felt calm as though she could remove her warriors title at least for a short time. It was like taking a breath. A much needed breath.

After being wished well, Resin released a deep rumble from her chest. "My shoulder will never be the same. I fear that my warrior days are drawing to an end." There had been a ton of damage to her shoulder before she'd joined the Armada. She'd been feeling it for years. The initial injury had been the results of a bear attack. The re-injury was also caused by a bear. It almost made one wonder whether or not the gods were real and, if they were, whether or not they thought this sort of bullshit was funny. Not being able to fight... she believed she would go mad.

Azure was brought up and Resin released a soft snort. "He wants to take his father's place badly, but he needs balance. I've tried to teach him a sense of honor here and there, but he's in the stage where he knows everything." Mort was silly. Indigo was soft. Asla was a ball of emotion. They all had their flaws. It was part of being a child, however. As they grew, they would learn how to deal with those flaws or they would be consumed by them. The woman had tried to impart her knowledge and experience upon them when she could. Thankfully they all seemed to like their 'Grandma' and visited often.

Tam asked what Iolaire had been like as a child and again, Resin snorted. "She was a spoiled little brat. I thought about drowning her more than once." That wasn't a lie. Iolaire had been so very small that Resin thought there was something wrong with her. Wouldn't it have been better to put a broken child out of its misery? But she'd let her live and was glad that she had. Io had grown into a wolf that Resin was exceptionally proud of. She was also her only living child. "Iolaire's father was a king. Since he was a king, she was surely a princess. Princesses get whatever they want. They're better than everyone. She learned quickly that this wasn't the case." Gods, she was glad that motherhood was over for her. She lacked patience now, but she'd had so much less back then.

"My boys..." she began. "My boys were much sweeter. My second litter as well seemed to be more mellow than Iolaire. She was just something else. A bright flame from the very start." The woman brought her gaze to rest upon Tamsyn's lounging form. "Do you think there will be children in your future? Is that something that you want?" A lot of females felt that pull towards motherhood eventually. She wondered if Tam might feel it as well.

"Speech"

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