My wife

He led her to the castle’s library. He could see the lost, overwhelmed expression on her maw. He understood, to a degree. He had found himself growing frustrated more than once at the attention. The constant noise, movement and people. The sudden still and quiet around him was a balm to his overtaxed soul.

Ignita… Ignita did not overwhelm her. Her presence was not a frustration, but a comfort. Seeing her smile loosened the last bit of tension against his heart. Ignita, however, still seemed overwhelmed. Overwhelmed, and tired. Perhaps the library had not been the best choice. It was still someone else’s room, and she didn’t seem to have the wherewithal to read.

He gently grabbed her paw again, and led her away. Not back to the crowd, but through the corridor again. This time, to the room Artorias had put aside for them. He nudged open the door and brought her inside. Privacy, and quiet. “Here, little one.” He said, gently pulling a blanket across her shoulder. He tugged her head into his lap as he sat. “Rest.” he whispered in her ear.


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"