The Summer Bonfire

This was a time for remembering those that were lost, but Dusk could only remember one whose presence she wanted to be in once more. Sitri had been handsome, funny, interesting, a perfect gentleman. She couldn't wait to see him again. Ah, but it couldn't be today. Now that darkness had fallen, the walking shadow melded with that darkness, making her way towards the blazing fire. Whisper was in her tail as always, just in case. The blades glinted like stars in the firelight and Dusk admired them for a moment before moving to her father's side.

The young woman gave Artorias a nuzzle, sliding her muzzle under his chin before sitting beside him just as she had done last year. There were vast differences though. Last year she'd been a roly poly thing that tripped over her own paws. This year, she was almost a woman grown. Dusk had grown into her legs and her puppy fat had melted away. She had the beautiful bone structure of her mother's face as well as the antlers atop her head. Her tail was long and luxurious and the black had given way to smoke grey in certain places. Though her coloring was simple, Dusk had grown to be quite breathtaking.

Fire opal eyes narrowed behind heavy lids as she looked towards the fire. She thought of a grandmother that she'd never met but knew anyway. They'd been told stories of Resin from the time they were born. She'd even met the grey and black woman in her dreams more than once. Her grandmother Zee was gone as well, though Dusk didn't have as much of a connection with her. A paw rose and pressed against her chest as she offered silent words to two grandmother's that were gone.

"Dusk Carpathius"