Private RP: Legacy

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"I can show you where she is." Rain said, swallowing hard. "But she's been bedridden for two years... I'm not sure she'd want to be seen so weak..."
 
"True, they were very close." Rain said thoughtfully. "Come. Follow me." She added, getting up and grabbing her cloak to conceal her otherwise nude frame.
 
"You can keep up, right?" Rain asked as Storm began to pull on his armor.

"Of course." Storm said, nodding confidently.
 
A few moments later, Rain stopped in front of a stone hut. "Mother!" She called. "You've a visitor."

"Come inside..." Dirge called back, sounding resoundingly weak.
 
"It works." Rain said, pushing the door open.

Laying on the bed was the sickened, sky-blue furred body of Dirge. "You... Must be Mortal's son..." She said as her golden eyes focused on Darin. "Please, come here..."
 
"Thank you. My beauty IS unmatched." Dirge said, then coughed violently. Even dying, she still had a sense of humor.
 
"What, that big sword?" Dirge asked. "It was mine, and now it's Rain's... Though she never uses it anymore."