Lingering Storm Clouds

A small smile touched Briar's lips as her father wrapped her up in one big foreleg, pulling her into him as he admitted that he understood and that she had been thinking of her friend. She leaned her head into his chest for a moment and felt infinitely better about things now that she was forgiven and she had permission to stay with Artorias. Still, she couldn't stop thinking about how he had hit the wall with so much anger, how he had yelled her name... It was a different side of her father that she had never seen and she secretly hoped she wouldn't have to see again. There was a difference between seeing him fight and things like that and this where he had been truly at his wits end and furious.

She looked toward Artorias when he began to plead her father for help and she looked at him sympathetically, her brow creasing with worry when he said how everyone was acting as if she was already dead. She genuinely hoped her father could find some way to help, some way to fix things. He always fixed things and made them right. It's what parents did. She had to have faith in him to give her some kind of hope that all of this was going to get better and she wouldn't have to see Artorias hurting any more. She leaned away from her father as he released her and went to embrace Artorias instead. She smiled a little as she watched them, happy that Blue Boy was getting some comfort from someone other than herself.

She watched her dad walk off toward the courtyard for a moment before turning her attention back to Art. "So... Still want to go to the tower?"

"Briar" | "Marigold"