Ankyra Sound to live and die by the sword

Ingram/Dreadfather was not a talker. Ash was fast realizing, but there wasn't anything necessarily anything wrong with that. She wasn't exactly a conversationalist herself, but it did rankle at times when she herself wanted to be talkative and the other would not join in. Were she privy to the other's thoughts she could have told him in a way that had been the love between the drotting and the king. They had loved with an all consuming passion that sometimes destroyed each other. But that would be wrong to say such things and her auntie hadn't seen it that way.

Ash Paw studied him and she gave a soft sigh. Well for what it is worth. I appreciate that you were there for her in the end. Auntie wasn't one that asked for much, so to know that someone was kind to her before she went to Valhalla. I appreciate it all the same.

She looked back the way he had come. I know you must get back to your nightwife, so I shall take my leave.

She stood slowly and looked him over, offering him a small smile. Thank you for the conversation, Dreadfather. I wish you well.