An offer

A couple of days following Ashen's summer festival, Artorias was still riding the high of having gotten to intermix with wolves from all across Boreas. He had met with alphas, made friends and acquaintances with others his age, fought in the tournament, and even witnessed a lovely wedding ceremony, the first he had ever attended! To say he was more than a little beat after returning home would have been an understatement. Returning to his normal routines was a good way to unwind and settle back in, although something had been troubling him. Ever since the festival, his mother had become withdrawn and melancholy, looking depressed as she went about her days. Something had happened to her during the festival, but he hadn't gotten a chance to talk with her to find out what. It seemed like every time he looked at Tamsyn, something else was bringing her down...

This morning, Artorias had been in the courtyard practicing with Ezra. The Adravendi boy had become something of his apprentice and personal project, and Artorias was determined to mold his friend into an exemplar of the Knights. A sudden howl from him in a deep recognizable voice caught Artorias' ears alert, the boy's gaze turning beyond the castle walls. Sirius was here? Calling for him? But why?

Artorias ended his training session with Ezra early, not bothering to remove his armor or his weapon as he hurried for the border where Sirius had called from. The warlord's large dark form was easily spotted amongst the green fields, and as Artorias approached, he regarded his mentor and family friend with a warm smile. With everything going on at the festival, he hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to Seer while up in Boreas, so whatever the occasion was, he was happy to receive his godfather. "Sirius, welcome back!" he greeted the Warlord with a respectful tip of his head, coming up to the dire wolf and embrace him in a hug. "You know you don't have to call. You're family, you're always welcome in Hallowed lands! Did you want me to go find Ulric, or my mom?" He didn't know what brought the Warlord all the way down to Auster again, but he was sure Seer's intentions would be made known shortly. The Fatalis patriarch did not mince words when it came to business, a quality he respected.


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"