she's so cute
The eyes held power. When Tak came to devour a wolf, it was said he captured their eyes. The last sight of a beast damned to that would be blood red. Terrible, gnashing pain would follow. Misery remembered her own pyre, and she remembered feeling Tak's breath on her neck. Her own fighting and struggles and the intervention of her often hated twin had saved her. Ankh had freed her from the pyre. Misery had never understood that, and she'd never gotten much of an answer. But she was thankful. Sometimes she missed her sister, but Misery was used to being left alone. She had her Lark now, and his children. Hopefully she would get to know Eris as well.
Sal was an eager, bright girl. Those were traits Misery was glad for - teaching a disinterested brat was not something she would have patience for. Misery loved her children and grandchildren dearly, but she wasn't above a sharp smack with a thin hand or if truly annoyed, her cane. The nieces and nephews she had gotten from Ahren and Matinee had been quite aware of her cane. "Lark taught you to capture their eyes, huh? Good girl, the eyes hold power." Misery recognized the doggish, primal stare the girl had held. "So what are you doing today besides commanding the wee sheep?"
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