An Eye of Fire and Flame

*Resin* · 11-01-2022, 07:02 PM

Such a smart boy. The invisible specter watched as the mottled man blinked, clearly startled. Then he spoke aloud to her and Resin actually smiled. As Rudyard spoke to the fire, telling her a very big secret, the ash and obsidian woman's singular golden eyes widened. She then chuckled lightly and reached out to touch the cheek of her grown son, but her paw went right through him. It was a little frustrating. Artorias had children as well. She was a grandmother.

The liquid gold that had infected Resin during her previous visit to the living plain was still in effect. Tears filled the old fae's lone eye and spattered on the stone floor, gleaming brightly in the flickering firelight. Would they be visible to her son as well? If not, Resin stepped forward and blew at the flames again, sending them drastically close to going out. An idea came to her. Stepping forward, the old wolf placed one of her wide paws into the ashes and pulled the line outward onto the stones. She pressed her paw into the ashes before the fireplace and watched as the imprint remained. He would know. She knew that he would know. But would he know how proud she was of him? Of them all?

"Speech"

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