Si Vis Pacem...

Gwynevere noticed Artorias shifting closer to her out of the corner of her eye and eventually felt his foreleg drape around her shoulders. She didn't lean into him right away, but as he began trying to soothe her she eventually let herself settle into his embrace. Even though his words barely scratched the surface of her anxiety and trauma it did still help knowing he was here. She believed his words that he would make this right. If there was one thing she knew about her brother it was how much he cared about each of them and how much he would do to protect them. The castle did feel safer with him home if nothing else. The promise to make it right did make her nervous, but she wasn't going to try to persuade him otherwise. She knew him well enough to know that it would just fall on deaf ears. He would go after her attacker whether she wanted him to or not, that's just the kind of wolf he was.

Artorias asking for the man's description was expected and that felt easier to give than any other part of this tale. "His eyes are really dark... Not quite black, but close. He had spiked, serrated teeth kind of like Ezra's. His fur is white, dark, slate blue, and a dark charcoal and all of his markings are kind of speckled and splattered... kind of like they're dissolving into one another." That was the best way she could think to describe them. She couldn't think of any real specific markings, but her view of him had been fairly limited since she had mostly only seen what she could see from where she had been pinned under him. She brought her gaze up to Artorias' again, her brow pulling together with concern. "I know you're going to go after him, but... Please be careful."

Gwynevere | Eilwen