Watson Firn
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- 16" Beech Wood, Esence of the Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie.
The feeling of being in a place where one's family tended to be most of the time was strange - Especially when the family member that you were closest to had just passed away. Yes, word had reached Watson Firn of his younger brother, Remus' death. The words that he was informed were from some one that he would have rather been absent of - His Father, Drafis Firn. Stepping onto a foot-path and trailing off to a bench that rest on a side walk, Watson waited for his father.
The two of them had organized a meeting, not that either of them wanted to see one another but the point was they had to. They needed to get back on to civil terms for them both to be able to attend the Funeral without bickering whilst the ceremony was in place. That would not only be disrespectful, but childish none the less. Pulling on the coat he was wearing, Watson ensured that it sat firmly on his shoulders, proving to look nothing less than perfect. The wait for his father would soon be over, after all, the man was known to always be on time - no matter who, or what he was meeting with.
The two of them had organized a meeting, not that either of them wanted to see one another but the point was they had to. They needed to get back on to civil terms for them both to be able to attend the Funeral without bickering whilst the ceremony was in place. That would not only be disrespectful, but childish none the less. Pulling on the coat he was wearing, Watson ensured that it sat firmly on his shoulders, proving to look nothing less than perfect. The wait for his father would soon be over, after all, the man was known to always be on time - no matter who, or what he was meeting with.