Stoking the Embers
Resin
01-18-2021, 03:05 AM
The severity of the conversation weighed heavily on the child as it very well should. Battle was never to be taken lightly. Not true battle. There were decisions that he would have to make that would change him for the rest of his life. He would hurt. He would kill. He would have to rise up and do it all over again. That was what it was to be a warrior. She could see his brows pull together as Artorias considered her words. It would be difficult for him to wrap his brain around the entire concept until he actually found himself in a true fight. She had no doubt that he would be able to do so, however. As Artorias seemed to push the weighty words of his mother into the back of his mind, the pup emerged once more. He asked if she would teach him more and of course, she agreed. "Speech"
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(End and pick up at the castle?)