Look How Far We've Come

*Resin* · 11-10-2022, 03:05 PM

It was the time of year where she was destined to walk the world of the living, it seemed. Samhain made the world thin and the veil between the dead and the living slipped away until it was naught but a sheer sheet, able to be pushed through. Sometimes, like tonight, she had no choice. Strong thoughts of her could pull her between worlds just as it had been with Rudyard. In this instance, it was Gwynevere. The woman must have dreamt about Resin deeply to call her here.

When Resin somewhat materialized in the living world, her singular gaze fell upon the sleeping form of her daughter. The specter moved across the stone floor and seated herself beside the cot where Gwyn lay. She was content to stay here and watch over her child for as long as she needed. With no need to move, the hulking fae remained still as stone, like some black and grey gargoyle built to watch over the castle. That was how Gwyn found her when she finally woke.

The tentative voice met obsidian ears and Resin turned her attention to the girl. No, she was a woman now. It was difficult to believe. "Gwynevere," she spoke in turn though her voice was a little less solid than it once was. "Is there something troubling you, love?" The brow above the woman's golden eye raised. She would very much like to embrace her daughter, but there was no substance to her body. She was simply smoke and dust.

"Speech"

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