Grammy, I stuffed up
03-20-2021, 01:57 AM
As if she wasn't puzzled enough already, when Mort refused to be released, the one-eyed fae furrowed her brow. The sobbing started out softly, but soon picked up volume. What had happened to this boy? Rather than try to push him away, Resin would hold him for as long as he needed. She would wait for him to stop crying to peel herself away. In the mean time, she looked to the spotted boy that had accompanied Mort. "Resin Carpathius; Aegis of The Hallows," she introduced herself in a somewhat soft voice in the presence of Morts sorrow. The fae's singular golden eye rested on the the spotted young man as she silently questioned him. Eventually one of them would have to talk and explain this odd visit. Currently, Resin had absolutely no idea what would bring Mortis this far and in this shape. "Speech"
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