The Heart Wants What It Wants

*Memento Mori* · 12-13-2022, 04:02 PM

Memento couldn’t help but chuckle as well as Artorias mentioned that he was glad to have a seal of approval from Jacques. He wasn’t wrong, at least with that one. He had been a bit of a grumpy male ever since she had met him. Yet, despite this, Jacques was always there for her. Despite his serious demeanor, she knew he was squishy at heart, and cared deeply for her. He was a stark contrast to his brother, Rein, who was far more carefree. The other jackal had been like kin to her and was always quick to bring a smile to her maw. Perhaps after her talk with Art she’d see about taking them on a walk. It seemed so much easier to talk when they were on the move, and walking around the castle was always so beautiful.

Artorias was happy to hear of her decision, and Meme joined in his happiness. It felt like after years she had finally found her purpose, and where she belonged. His compliments were welcome, and Memento smiled gently at his words. It felt like she had been waiting for the Hallows her whole life. She let her gaze slide to the fountain that they had approached. The Hallows was a home… for her, for her companions, and for every member that Artiorias welcomed to their pack. Even their guests from the Armada had been treated well, as they should have been in their time of need. Though Memento Mori hadn’t interacted with them directly, they seemed like a good lot.

Resting against the fountain herself, Meme focused her attention back on Artorias. “I appreciate the opportunity to do what I’m passionate about as well. Teaching is far easier if it is your passion, after all.” The woman told the Aegis. She had always been interested in the crafting arts, favoring making things to help gather things or toys and the like. It helped her mind stay busy, and not fall into the trap of redundancy. When you could craft, there were so many different things you could make… and even experiment with! Jynn had even shown her about weaving baskets, and she was eager to give that a try now that the weather was warming up.

“I can definitely understand that. Ezra’s line has stuck with a family name that has a great bit of history to it, and I’m sure that weighs on him. Though my mother did not pass it on to me, I’m hoping to share that burden. I’m sure that having kin does wonders for both of us.” She was sure that it already had been helping. Ezra was the main reason she had come here, after all. And interacting with him made her happy. She’d be able to officially take a room on the second floor or higher now and, now that she was part of the pack as a full-fledged member, she needed to get a rank other than Hallowed.

“I would be happy to take on the rank of a Specialist. Crafting is my forte after all, for things to aid in other tasks or miscellaneous items for trade. Toys, accessories, pillows, blankets, and I’ve learned to make baskets, recently… things of that nature. If there is something particular you would like me to work on making for trading purposes, let me know. Otherwise, I’d be happy to just make a bit of anything and everything, so that it is ready for the Hallows to use and distribute.” Memento Mori hummed happily. She was eager to do what she could and happy to be there that day. Perhaps she’d even work on a way to help improve the maps that Thorn with his maps too. Charcoal maps were all well and good, but sure they could do even better.

"Talk, 'Think.'

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