"I will not play with sharp objects"

Ysmir tilted his head in confusion as the sound of Artorias’ voice echoed through the castle’s walls, commanding the presence of all the Hallows. He didn’t know that his finance knew much more than he did. Mismatched eyes lingered on Gwyn’s mint lavender before he helped her up so they could walk to the meeting together. His future wife. Ysmir couldn’t help the grin that played on his features, knowing the future they had together made it hard to ever get the silent man’s mood down. He loved Gwynevere with his whole heart, and she was going to be his. Despite his disability, or his scattered family.

With his dark tail wagging at his hips, and loping closely at his beloved’s side, he walked her to the meeting place. Ysmir always felt a little awkward at group gatherings, his inability to talk hindered much of his social aspect. He nodded to any that acknowledged him as he let Gwyn choose where they sat. He made himself comfortable at her side, curious as he peered up at Aegis and the little Princess.

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"