Mumma please

"Not worthy!?" Ignita's eyes flashed open as she was struck with fear laced with shame. That had been the last thing she had ever wanted any of her children to feel! She had spent her whole life feeling unworthy of anything! Her body went tense under his paws as the tears flowed anew.

Bas was right, she wasn't impressed by shows of force. She was more impressed by shows of empathy and compassion. Which Bas had shown her plenty of. Even now, she was impressed by his gentleness. She slumped limp into his fur. She had failed Citadel. She had made him feel unworthy.

He had told her that she had to make him, and she knew she didn't have the means to force him into a lower rank, so she called on the pack to enforce it with her. But that had thrown the guillotine between them and there was no taking it back now. She looked back up at him as he admitted the Fatalis bloodline problems with pride. She couldn't help but chuckle half heartedly through the tears and a ghost of a smile as she reached up to her husband's face, "Pride? Is that what it is?" She asked ruefully, her paw caressing his cheek, "I thought it was greed or perhaps even wrath." with the way both Bas and Makara had talked about their father, pride wasn't the sin that she had associated it with.

"If they do make it to the Hallows, perhaps we should send a letter ahead of them. We don't have to give them details, I'm sure he'll spin it to suit his needs, however that looks like. But perhaps we could let Artorias know to keep an eye out for them?" She wondered out loud.

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