Fill these halls with music

Artorias smiled his proud, loving father smile as he danced around the stone floors of the Great Hall with Bramble, awed by how much his little girl (not so little anymore) had grown. It didn't seem long ago that he was seeing her for the first time, a small tawny wolf nugget nursing at her mother's belly, and now here she was, a grown woman, the Envoy of the Hallows, a wolf he trusted dearly on his council. It was every parent's dream to see their children succeed and achieve their dreams; for Artorias, seeing Bramble smile and revel in the simple joys of life made him feel like he'd succeeded her as her father.

His jest finds its mark, and a light blush crosses his daughter's cheeks, earning a peel of laughter from her sire. As austere and proper as he was, nothing stopped the Carpathian patriarch from being that goofy, adoring father he had always been and always would be with his children. They were the lights of his life, his prides and joys. He leans his head forward to affectionately bump his forehead against hers, all smiles as they twirled across the floor in rhythm to the music Mercury and Ember were creating. "Nobody said you can't be happy where you are and still find love, soarele meu. But I'll be happy so long as you're happy, single or with a boyfriend or girlfriend." Art nudged Bramble teasingly, then shot that same playful grin over to Ember at the piano. He didn't care what his children's preferences in partners were, so long as they found partners that treated them right, cared for and loved them, and never did anything to harm them or make them feel less than they were.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"