Teach Me How to Say Goodbye
Resin
05-14-2021, 02:51 PM
"Artorias Carpathius," she repeated his name aloud, one dark brow arching. "Are you one of Iolaire's children? She did always want to be a mother, that one." How old was Iolaire now? Six or seven? Old enough to finally have pups of her own. Where was his mother though? Resin felt as though she hadn't seen her daughter in a long time. A bowl of water was offered to her and the grey woman took a few laps, wetting her parched throat. "Such a good boy," she praised him, smiling again after she'd drank her fill. The part about her training him had gone in one ear and out the other, so when he asked if she remembered him, the thin fae laughed. "How could I remember someone that I've just met. Tell your mother that she really should come see me. She was the only one that lived." It seemed that she would ramble today, for she continued to speak. "Iolaire was the smallest of the bunch. Oxx, Valkyrie, Artemis, Noe... All dead. Cedar, Eska, Salix, all dead." Io was the only one that lived. "I see you have a sharp stick," she noted the shiny, pointy thing attached to the boy. She'd never seen a silver stick before as far as she could remember. Honestly, it wasn't very far at all. "Why do you have the stick? Are you finally here to kill me?" The lone, golden eye widened, the pupil pinning as she struggled to stand. It was clear that things were quickly becoming unsafe. "Another one here to kill me. Another one." She repeated herself a few times as she moved off of the pile of furs and towards the dark cell where she began to pace back and forth behind the bars. "Resin"
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