From Fire, We Grow

Fern has been scarce around the Hallows lately because most of her children have flown the coop. With their departure, she had lost herself in self-reflection and often replayed old events while trying to find her path forward. Admittedly, the woman had lost herself, grown stagnant, and disappeared, only emerging from her room to continue her daily training regime. Yet, even that had become so routine that she no longer pushed herself to do more, to be more.

It didn’t help that Rudyard was often off traveling, his absence only helping Fern to further disconnect from life. The howl from Artorias finds the detached woman in her room, eyes faraway as she ponders what she did wrong. Slowly, she blinks back into reality, moving her gaze around the dirty room. It used to be that she kept it meticulously clean but, as her family drifted away, so had her desire to do… anything. Standing, joints pop and creak, reminding her just how long she had been laying down.

Gathering Lark’s Song, Fern then slowly meanders down to the Great Hall where she finds that most of the pack have already gathered. Slipping into the group, she finds a spot to sit and settles in, uncertain if Rudy would even be making an appearance here. Feeling utterly alone, the gray woman waits to hear what they have been summoned for.


"Fern Carpathius"