Is it to good to be true?

The appearance of the statues and the magical autumn that has settled over the castle has a deep worry settling in the gray woman’s chest. It feels like the time when she had first appeared here, when the fireflies covered the land and the sickness took hold.

Rudy has been overprotected of her since he found out she was pregnant and, with this new development, he seems to not want to let out her of his sight.  Truthfully, Fern is grateful for him, for the company he offers especially when her mind turned back to the previous year’s events and the sickness that had taken ahold of her mind. She had been certain then, that she was going to die, that the ooze would choke her death or the deep, unfathomable anger she had felt would eat her away from the inside out. When the worry had been too much, they decided to go for a walk.

And had found this… beauty. The trees at the castle had taken on autumnal colors and the air is pleasant and alive with magic. Plants have sprung up from the ground where there had been none before and, here among the graveyard of ancient creatures, bright, colorful flowers turn their heads up at to them. Bees lazily buzz from one pollen laden flower to another. Bright green vines of ivy creep up and over the bones, twisting around them and appearing to pull them back down into the earth. There is no sadness here, no fear. There is only life and happiness. Her round belly makes moving  a little slower but Fern still enjoys the walk she is on with Rudyard.

Rudy’s question pulls her blue gaze over up to him, a smile pulling at her lips even as worry gnaws at her stomach. Softly, Fern says, “I hope not. After all we have been through, I hope that this only helps us and our children. I hope it blesses the land and wolves that walk upon it. At least… that is my wish as a mother.” Eyes sparkle as she moves to rub against Rudy, trying to draw strength from him.


"Fern Carpathius"