Aegis' and Warlord's

“I know you will, you have my full and entire trust, Artorias” he said simply. The Warlord was old, and understood the importance of putting his trust in the right places. He knew that Art would do right by both their families, and that they were tied together. By bonds of friendship and family.

“Let me know what they think, and I’ll speak in length with my contact. Perhaps he’ll be able to offer insight on companions that could guide them best” the Warlord said, letting out a soft yawn into the darkness. He rubbed a paw across his face and rested his weight more prominently on the railing. Feeling the weight of their loss as Art examined his paw, and mentioned what it was like to say goodbye to her. “I’m very glad you got that chance, I believe it was something you would have regretted all your life not having.” he said softly, knowing the circumstances were far out of Art’s reach, and was glad that Resin had found her time and place to offer it to the young leader.

Seeing the emotion overcome Art, Sirius paused, and then leaned over, gently pressing a paw behind Art - marvelling, again, at the boy's size - and guiding him gently towards the Warlord. Holding him tightly in his arms. “I know, Art.” he said softly. Understand both his sadness, and loss, and also appreciation for the rare gift that Resin was able to give them. “I know.”


"Sirius Fatalis"