The years start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’

Sirius did not keep him waiting long before he separated from the party to come join him in private discussion. Artorias greeted his father-in-law with a warm smile and leaned back into the other dire man's side, embracing him with a familial love he was happy to receive from the elder brute. "Wouldn't have missed it for anything," he remarked with an easy smile to the saber-fanged wolf. A soft sigh slipped past the Aegis' lips as he looked out at the party, specifically the Fatalis yearlings of the hour and his near-yearling children interacting with them. "Hard to believe it's been a year already. I remember seeing them when they were just little nuggets, and now look at them... My own too. Where has the time gone?" A wistful chuckle rumbled in Artorias' chest and he gave a disbelieving shake of his head. His amber gaze turned to Sirius then, giving the Warlord a once over to see how he was faring. "How have you been, Seer? You look well. Or you've been eating, at least." Another gentle chuckle from Art; he couldn't help ribbing his friend and peer a little bit while he had the rare opportunity to do so.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"