I don't know what to say, for once

*Resin* · 05-10-2021, 07:47 AM

It was one of her better days. The woman was coherent, though she wasn't exactly focused. The sedative had been given and so the heavy steel door was open, but she didn't want to go out into the main room. The grey woman stayed in her cell, curled up on the fur covered pallet, a polar bear skin atop her and pulled up to the backs of her ears. She hadn't bothered to tell anyone to put wood on the fire. The temperature outside in the world was rising, so with the furs, it wasn't terribly cold. It may have been for someone that didn't have a pile of furs, but for the ashen woman, the room was fine.

Dark ears perked as paws came down the stairs. Another one too come and see her before she died? It seemed like a steady funeral procession these days. The woman's lone golden eye stared out of the cell as the mottled boy came into the room. He stepped forward hesitantly and called out. Mom. That's who she was. "Rudyard," was her response. She didn't like the children seeing her like this, but she understood that it was something that they needed.

"Resin"

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