I always find my way back

*Resin* · 11-13-2021, 09:26 PM

Being back in the land of the living was an opportunity that Resin couldn't squander. There were many wolves on her mind. Many that she would like to meet again and reminisce with, but the top of her list was Tamsyn. She had left her lover alone to raise their children. She had permanently scarred the woman both internally and externally. Guilt had gone with her to the afterlife and it was with her still. So, after leaving the great hall, the specter drifted up the stairs towards the chamber that she and Tamsyn had shared.

There was no reason to open doors, so she didn't. The ghostly figure merely pushed through the wood and was on the other side as though the world was just as ephemeral as she was. She had no substance, but the world had no substance either. Not for the dead woman.

Casting her singular gaze about the room, the motion of the gentle breeze pulled her attention towards the balcony. And there she sat, a pensive look on her face. It pained Resin to know that Tamsyn still held sadness within her. It was written all over the obsidian fae's features. Shifting silent forward, Resin stopped in the doorway, content to drink up the sight of her once love for a moment before she spoke. "Let go of the sadness, Tamsyn." The masked fae's voice held a distant, echo-like quality to it, but it was very much her own, gravelly tones.

"Resin"

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