Heavy Lies the Crown

*Resin* · 04-25-2022, 12:43 AM

There was a look of wonder on the face of Artorias that was almost comical. The boy, for he would always be a boy to her, approached and asked where they were. The muscular fae looked around with her golden eye. "This is where I was born," the woman informed him. She recognized the various landmarks, the dips and rises in the landscape, the dunes of leaves that created a natural labyrinth through the forest of birch trees. Artorias would recognize none of it. He'd never been to such a place, but ah... she had. There were few fond memories here. Most were dark and tainted. Memories that she didn't speak of to others. Memories that she'd taken to her grave.

When Artorias asked if he was dead, Resin's singular gaze jerked back to him quickly, a scowl pulling at the scars on her eyeless side. "No," she said vehemently. "You have a long time before that happens." She didn't know for certain, but she felt it. Artorias would live a long life. She was sure of it.

She looked the boy over. He had become a strong brute but he was still so young. There was an innocence about him still. Resin wondered when that would fade. It always did. Life wasn't easy and it wasn't fair. It took its toll and that toll tended to show in time. Words of love and affection met the woman's ears and it was surprisingly difficult to reciprocate. There was little emotion in this place, not that the Carpathian woman had had much emotion to begin with. She remembered enough of what was expected of her to nod, accepting the words silently.

The red dawn gaze of Artorias darkened as he informed her that he was doing his best as Aegis of The Hallows. He said that he was doing his best, but both his expression and his tone spoke otherwise. Dark brows drew together and she waited for him to continue, which he did. It ended in a question and it was an easy one to answer. "Balance," she spoke clearly. "The balance between righteous protector and tyrant. I kept myself apart, never on the same level as my people. I knew that, whatever I did, it was the best course of action." She had been their leader, their protector, but she had never been one of them. "I even held your mother at arms length," she admitted, staring straight at the boy the entire time.

Resin had been a good ruler, it was true. She laid down her life for her family and her people. Her rule was hard but just. That was it though. Her rule. "You are not me and so you must learn your own way of ruling. You'll develop your own set of skills, your own way of doing things. Always do what you believe is best for your wolves and maintain that course." One blue-padded paw rose, cupping her living child's cheek gently. "My existence was an unhappy one. Don't let yours be the same."

"Speech"

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