Aegis' and Warlord's

Artorias heard the Warlord's muted call for him in the stillness of the night and slowly extricated himself from Briar's embrace where she'd fallen asleep snuggled up to him in front of the fireplace in the lounge. He thought about waking her to take her to bed, but found it impossible to disturb a sleeping angel. He'd wake her when he'd finished whatever business Sirius needed him for. Slipping quietly out of the lounge, Artorias traversed down the corridor to where Sirius was, meeting the Warlord halfway back from the guest rooms where the Fatalises and Iolaire had been put up. "Sirius," he greeted his godfather with warm smile and hushed tones. "Let's talk on the terrace."

The Aegis led the Warlord down the stone corridors and through the foyer out to the garden terraces. With the apocalypse canceled, the world had returned back to its normal state. The evening was mild, as it usually was in Auster, and the gardens were ever in bloom. Out here, they could talk without worry of voices carrying or disturbing any of the sleeping wolves. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you and Briar came to visit," said the young wolf with a sigh. "After everything that occurred over the past season... I was afraid of the worst. I'm glad you all made it through." Artorias strode over to the edge of the terrace, lifting his forelegs to drape his paws over the balustrade while he looked over the gardens. "...You did all make it through, right...?" A wary, cautionary glance was turned Seer's way. He realized he didn't know if the Armada had suffered any casualties of the strange illness, but he prayed for the best.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"