In the storm where the lost souls howl
Resin
04-25-2021, 07:57 AM
Resin knew that they wouldn't just let her rot and die in peace. The wolves that she loved were too stubborn for that. She hadn't been expecting to see Sirius, however. Someone must have sent for him. Most likely Tamsyn, she imagined. There was no jealousy in the thought. She was resigned to the fact that the dark woman would need someone. Resin couldn't be there for her, but someone had to be. As the striped man entered the lowest level of the castle and placed himself against the bars, he commented drily. A low chuckle would sound from the cold darkness of the cell. "Trying to rid my mind of rats, if anything." Sound carried in such an empty place and so neither of them needed to speak loudly. The scarred woman peeled herself from the pallet of furs and moved forward towards the bars. She was very much herself at the moment, though she felt different than usual. In a way, it was as though her mind felt loose. It slid this way and that. Her grasp of it wasn't as firm as it used to be. "What's the occasion?" Resin seated herself on the other side of the bars, though she was careful not to touch Sirius. She hadn't been a big toucher before, but she was being extra careful now. "Resin"
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