The memories won't stop

*Resin* · 03-29-2021, 06:34 AM

A rumble of content left the ashen woman as her mate pulled claws through her fur. They lay by the fire for a time, happy to simply be with one another. Resin had closed her eye, allowing the warmth of the fire and the proximity of her woman to lull her to the precipice of sleep. Tamsyn's soft voice pulled her eye open once more and she stared at the the white marked fae. Tam had asked about her family. It was something that she hadn't expected. Her past was something that she didn't speak of often simply because it was the past. It held no relevance. It seemed that her mate was curious, however.

Resin inhaled deeply then exhaled slowly. Her voice was low and soft, but it was clear. "Summing up my family isn't easy. My pack was...unconventional by this worlds standards and my parents ran the show." How deep did she want to get? It was obvious that Tamsyn was ready for a story, but it was an upsetting story in places. Resin didn't like to think of her upbringing, so she rarely did. "My people were more of a tribal sort. Old beliefs and practices. We spoke to the land. Communed with the trees. Revered and honored the dead. We practiced traditions that most would find unbelievable. Even revolting." Honoring the dead was incredibly important. It was one of the reasons that she'd left her home.

Another deep breath pulled from the Aegis before she continued. "It was expected that a female learn to run a den, give birth to children and make her mate happy. My father saw my potential for battle, however, and allowed me to train to be a warrior instead. Some of the pack didn't support his decision and held it against me. I was a natural and my father was proud." Resin would never forget the face of her father. Especially not after what he did.

"Jyrrik was strong. He was a good leader. He lead the pack into prosperity and was well respected. Steera, was a renowned priestess. She was a loving mother and, even though she was sad that she wouldn't be able to teach me the mystic arts, she was proud of me as well." Her mother's face, she could barely remember. The woman was grey and brown, but that was about all that Resin could recall about her mother's appearance.

"They were good parents until they weren't." If Tamsyn wished, she would get into that next. Resin's golden orb burned into the minty depths of her mate's gaze. She would tell Tamsyn this story once, then would never speak of it again.

"Speech"

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The memories won't stop

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