An Eye of Fire and Flame

*Resin* · 10-25-2022, 09:16 PM

Sweet oblivion melted away, leaving consciousness in its wake. Again. This was happening again. Was she destined to return to the land of the living every year? It wasn't as though she didn't enjoy seeing her children, but... she had another life now. The sole protector of the mountain range where she was born. There were things to do there. Creatures to kill. Her territory to protect and keep. The gods seemed to want her here for whatever reason. She would find out what that reason was.

A feast had been laid out and the smells wafted into the woman's dusty blue nares. An odd thing, considering she was dead. As she looked around the hall, she noted various ethereal creatures moving about, tending to the meal. They chattered, welcoming her to eat her fill. After looking at the feast, the ash and onyx fae ate sparingly out of thanks and obligation.

As she ate, Resin noted more solid forms milling about. The wolves of The Hallows had no idea that they were playing host to the dead. A lone golden eye fell upon a strong, mottled form. Her son, Rudyard. Leaving her meal the fae moved towards him, taking in his healed wounds. My... how he'd grown! A pang of wistfulness hit the old wolf and she reached out to touch the boy. The man. Her paw passed right through him, of course. She had the need to let him know that she was here and thinking of him, however.

Looking about, Resin eyed the fireplace. The fireplace that should always remain lit. Moving to it, the specter blew at the flames until they sputtered and flickered out of existence. Resin watched, making sure Rudyard would see the fire extinguished, then she gently blew life into the flames once more. Would he understand?

"Resin"

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