Last post from Talitha, most likely.
Talitha de le Poer was a fickle, unpredictable creature who based her opinions of people upon the black-and-white of the words they spoke. She didn't forgive. She didn't forget. And as she listened to the doggish woman who was upon the ground beneath her, she formed an opinion that may not have been entirely correct. Crimson eyes fell upon the shape of what she saw to be a waste, a waste of both God's careful touch and Inferni's precious resources, but it was not her place to put out those who tried to show their abilities. It was not her place to limit her home.
She apologized for offenses, explained her reasoning, and none of it punctured the thick hate that coursed through the mind of the russet woman. Her voice remained cold as she spoke of her brother. Her eyes remained dark as Io responded. Her hands clutched her treasures from Cotl's bedroom. "I have things to do." Her body turned away, tail swishing to the side as her eyes closed. "Don't become lazy. You won't like the consequences." Her legs started in the direction of her home with the words, reminding the new clan member that sloth did not lead to the most tasteful rewards.
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