Unity in the Long Night

After a long day of work, Eska was feeling a little tired. She'd gone up to take a little nape before the feast began. The sound of Arts call brought the silvered fae's eyes open. With a yawn she pulled herself from the massive bed that she and Ulric shared and made her way downstairs to the great hall. This was a feast of unity. Of remembrance. Eska couldn't remember someone that she didn't know, but she could remember the idea of Resin. That would have to be enough.

The black and silver woman moved to sit beside her man, leaning her shoulder against his before leaning up and giving his chin a kiss. "Everything looks lovely. Do you think he's ready?" Eska had seen the progress that Artorias had made since she'd arrived here, but seeing progress and knowing how Ulric felt were two different things. She had no doubts, herself. With Ulric handing over control, it would mean more time for just the two of them. Perhaps they could travel a bit, see the world. Eventually, she might give him those puppies that he seemed to want.


"Eska"