Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-28358106-20171016212719

(Scorn/Armata) "Yes, this is true.  But it was not always so."

Tirush shifts her position slightly. "It was for many years after my husband died that I mourned. Where once my heart was full and glad, it was then nearly empty.  My days were cold and by heart was ash.  My soul was a gray cloud that would not storm.  The only light that kept me warm was my little Partha, and though I loved her, she was not my husband.  There were nights where I held her close as she slept, and I wept like the rain, because she had his eyes, his big, beautiful eyes."

She pauses at the reflection, then looks up again. "And when I lost her for a time, I was nearly mad with grief. Weeks of searching, and nothing. I will not tell you the tale of how she was again found, but hear these words.  I learned to trust again, to understand others again.  I, in my age,had to learn how to take the unfamiliar love of others, and be of a house that I did not understand."

She flexes her talons, getting a better grip. "It is not easy, but it can be done. You have the power to do whatever you wish, lord of the dark.  But do not let the love of others who would give it freely pass you by."