A Vision Softly Creeping

*Resin* · 11-13-2020, 12:06 PM

Aranea agreed to the terms. Everything was settled then. She would go to Abaven, have and wean her children, then return to The Hallows. Simple. Resin was sure that Theory would agree. The woman had a good head on her shoulders and was quite kind. More kind than Resin herself. She had been prepared to instantly tell Aranea to leave if she wished to have her pups here. They simply didn't have the resources or the time for three litters. Thankfully the smaller woman had figure out the issue for them.

Although Resin believed that the conversation was over with, it seemed that Aranea wished to talk further. Black ears perked as she began to speak about a former litter and some sort of tragedy of them being stolen. She wanted to say, 'At least they were alive,' but she kept quiet. Her first litter was very much dead aside from Iolaire. She wouldn't speak of it though, she merely nodded.

As Aranea spoke of wanting this new litter needing protection that she alone couldn't deliver, Resin exhaled audibly through dusty nares. "You aren't alone." What was a pack if not a way to never be alone? Tamsyn may have been sweet and comforting, but Resin was not. She was blunt. She was to the point. She lacked the tact for emotional wolves. There would be no sympathy. Only truth. "Do what is necessary. Make the proper arrangements. Your place will be here when you're finished with your task." That's all it was, a task. Give birth, make sure they don't die, return and continue. "Speak to me again when you've spoken to Theory." With a nod, the ashen fae rose and moved away. There were things to be done. All business. Woe to the children that would soon be able to call her mother.

"Speech"

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