"I will not play with sharp objects"

There had been an incident with two of the Carpathius pups and today, a punishment was being upheld. Fern has been idling outside, enjoying the day and watching two of her pups play. Laughter rings around the trio as the mother watches over the youth, marveling at just how much she loves each of her children. The call to gather in the Great Hall for the meeting sings across the land and, while her ears swivel in the direction of the door that leads into Hearthstone, she does not immediately move. For now, she allows Kip and Callie to wrestle a little longer.

After several minutes pass, the gray woman easily stands, calling out, “Callie! Kip! Time to go inside.” Shushing a few groans of protest, Fern quickly ushers the kids toward the castle where she stops them before the entrance. There, she directs them to shake out their coats and licks her paw to help tame some unruly curls on their heads. Giving them a once over, she nods her approval and then pushes them inside wuile directing them toward the Great Hall. Before they enter, she softly says, “Feel free to sit wherever you like but remember; you have to pay attention when Dusk is talking.”

With that she allows the pups to bound away, shaking her head and giving a small laugh before entering herself. Eyes find Audra and Laeta and Mel immediately and Fern offers all a huge, friendly smile. They each have a special place in her heart and the woman would do anything for them. Next, she spies Bowen and the woman offers the petite fae a smile and dip of her head. To the group of gathered pups, she chuckles and gives them a wink before skirting the group to move to where Mercury sits.

Without asking permission, the gray woman settles in next to him, while reaching for the nearest goblet of water. Eyes find Dusk and Fern offers the pup an encouraging smile. The gray woman has no doubt that the dark pup will do just fine in her presentation. Turning her attention back to the goblet of water, she downs the water in one gulp and licks the remaining drops from her lips. Looking at Mercury, she says, “How have you been holding up Mercury?” Her tone is light and conversational but not lowered into the hushed whispers that the pups use. It is a talk and not a funeral after all.


"Fern Carpathius"