The old beaten paths

As she had suspected, the winged boy was one of Mortis' children, named Wylan. She shouldn't have been as surprised as she was to see Mortis with a family given the fact that Artorias and Rudyard both had families of their own as well–Artorias and Briar two times over a this point–but there was something about the fact that it had been so long since she had seen Mortis that he was just frozen in time in her mind. It was a silly way to think, of course, but it was just another piece of evidence that time did indeed move on with or without her. She wasn't surprised when Sirius confirmed that anyone she would have known from her days in the Armada were gone for one reason or another and she gave a slightly forced smile and a nod in response. "I kind of figured that would be the case... Everything moves on one way or another, for better or worse."

It made her think of the Hallows and how different it was from when Resin had first formed it. The pack had gone through two more leaders since her death, both in the form of Ulric and then Artorias, and truly the only reason there was still a number of familiar faces there was because so many of her children had stuck close together. There was many newer faces that had joined in the years since she had separated herself from the pack, but the Hallows was doing better than ever and she was proud of her son for growing it the way he had. "Do you ever wonder what it'll be like? When we're gone?" she asked quietly, watching Wylan play down below. "You know they always say that our loved ones are still watching over us and all of that... Do you think we'll really know what's going on here when we're gone? That we'll actually be able to help protect them?"

Tamsyn Carpathius of the Valley