It's Raining, It's Pouring

Tamsyn chuckled and nodded with understanding as Talyssa told her of how looking out the window made being stuck inside more bearable. She had always thought about how Artorias had inherited her adventurous spirit and it seemed many of his children had inherited that as well. It certainly made for an exciting and interesting time as a parent, but she certainly attributed more than a few of her graying hairs to it as well–as she was sure Artorias and Briar would come to agree with her on soon enough. Still, she had always enjoyed being outside as well so she could sympathize with her granddaughter's view of things. "Well, I hope you don't mind having some company with you at your windowsill," she joked with a little grin, settling in and getting comfortable next to Talyssa while the rain continued on outside.

When asked how she was, Tamsyn smiled and replied, "I'm doing just fine, darling. Thank you for asking." As she got older she sometimes noticed how she sometimes grew tired more easily or how much more often her joints ached, but all in all she had nothing to complain about and after the long and storied life she had led so far that was about all she could hope for. She still had more than enough spring in her step to play with her grandchildren and to see the world with her own children and to spend her time between those moments with her loving mate. After all of the things that life and fate threw at her, this felt like a wonderful way to spend the later part of her life.

Talyssa's request for stories made Tamsyn hmm with thought, chuckling softly mostly to herself. "Oh I certainly have no shortage of stories," she assured her granddaughter, giving her a little grin. "It feels like I've lived several lifetimes already. When you get to be as old as me you'll know what I mean. So really the question is what kind of stories do you want to hear?" She gave Talyssa a curious look with a raised brow on the unscarred side of her face, the other side lacking a bit of the mobility it once had due to the scar tissue there. "I could tell you about places I've been, adventures I've had, or..." she paused with a bit of a mischievous grin, wondering just how much trouble she would be in with her son if she brought up stories of his past. "I'm sure I could think up a couple of embarrassing stories about your dad."

Tamsyn Carpathius of the Valley