Running in the Halls
Briar
04-02-2021, 10:15 PM
A dull pain had begun to thump behind her working eye. A tiny drum that struck repetitively, discomfort following every beat. Her gaze narrowed further. Not out of added anger at Artorias, but out of reflex. In tune with the beating drum, the woman's thoughts became foggy. It wasn't the first time that this had happened. She'd lost herself during the battle with the saber toothed cats. The scarred woman had completed her task then, but it had been difficult there for a time to remember who she was. The words of Artorias met dark ears and his speech was a jumble of words that took a moment to shift back into place. He was just being courteous to someone in need, was what she surmised. Still... he should have contacted either herself or Tamsyn to let them know that there was a visitor. The girl stepped forward, trying to take the blame for intruding and coercing Artorias into following her. Was the drumming getting louder? Resin could hear her own blood in her ears and it was drowning out the words of the two children before her. "In the future, either myself or your mother need to be notified when a visitor arrives, Oxx. Whether they're from an allied pack or not, we need to know who has access to our lands." He was Oxx, right? No. Artorias. What was happening? She needed to go lay down, but managed to look to the girl. "You're already here, so you're welcome. Next time, call for entry." Backing out of the room, Resin slowly made her way back to her chamber, shutting the door tightly behind her. Maybe she would feel better if she slept. The continual flashes of pain in her head promised otherwise. "Speech"
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