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Resin
11-27-2021, 10:10 PM
Sirius shared his heartfelt words, stating that her sacrifice would never be in vain and the woman smiled gently once more. She knew. Resin had given her all for her family and she was content. Sirius would do the same, had he been in her place. She knew it. Once they began speaking of Iolaire, he decided that he would go to visit her. "She'll think that you're dead as well. Somehow this is now the afterlife for her. She died when Roan died." Resin shook her head, the thick, obsidian ruff of her pelt swaying lightly with the action. She could understand an addled mind when under such a heavy weight, but Iolaire had always been so strong, despite her size. News of the Armada came. Death in the form of Naiche. Departures. Births. Love. Liquid gold poured from the fae's lone eye, spattering on the grass as she nodded. Even the dead were affected by the madness in the world and when she was gone, that gold would remain. She looked down at the spatterings on the firelit grass. "And so the world moves on as it should, Sirius. We do what we can and protect those that we love when they need." She hoped that their talk was alleviating whatever anxiety that he had built up. "Resin"
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