12-27-2020, 10:25 PM
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And Still We Do Slumber -
The Pittian wasn't there to witness the fall of the temple. But word spread quickly and her hatred for both Vale and Chernabog had become apparent. Kold, now a bit larger in stature with her fur more grown out, had spotted Gael and the candles. Confused at first, she began to step toward her Ardent -- who was also seen as a parental figure now that both of her birth parents were gone, before she stopped by a candle that was a fair distance from him. 'We should light one. Honor your mother.'
The wolf-rottie wordlessly nodded, sitting down before her chosen candle. She drifted her black paw across the top, setting the wick ablaze with a small, blue flame. Black eyes watched with wonder as the flame turned orange and red, wax melting slowly. She settled her body down and tucked her paws under her body as she continued to be mesmerized by the flames. A sense of peace washed over her, along with a small echo of fatigue.
"SPEECH"
[sub][W]isker[/sub]The wolf-rottie wordlessly nodded, sitting down before her chosen candle. She drifted her black paw across the top, setting the wick ablaze with a small, blue flame. Black eyes watched with wonder as the flame turned orange and red, wax melting slowly. She settled her body down and tucked her paws under her body as she continued to be mesmerized by the flames. A sense of peace washed over her, along with a small echo of fatigue.
"SPEECH"