the burning heart of god

Siv Helsi · 01-27-2012, 09:36 PM

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The dark woman had feared for her position within this place when she had first arrived, but now she felt more confident. Sirius had seen the same magic within her as Eris; both would conciliate with what she could offer soon enough. Once she had completed the ritual there would be little doubt to her power. Appearance was what mattered, and her vision was magnificent. Purple dye was easy enough to make, though her intended shade required patience to achieve. It was the feathers now that mattered and the meaning behind them.

She slowed her pace as a silent specter appeared, golden-black in the morning light. Salvia. Where the girl’s pelt had come from given her parents was peculiar—Siv did not know that Larkspur’s family had been made up of white wolves, or that Eris’ wolfish father resembled the girl almost perfectly. There was no questioning whose daughter she was; rank aside, Salvia presented herself with the same arrogance of her parents; Eris more so than Larkspur, though his distance suggested the same sort of high-thought given to those in power.

A giant compared to the lupus form, Siv had to squat to properly greet the higher-ranked member. Her purple eyes strayed onto the arrowhead necklace, keeping them from Salvia’s as a sign of respect. “Hello Salvia,” she replied, and rose. “I hope I am not disturbing you.” With the cat trailing behind her, it was apparent the girl was working. Such a relationship was odd to Siv, though the majority of those who lived in Salsola owned pets—horses, commonly, and cats quickly growing in number. Before long they’d be outnumbered, she thought, and smiled at the idea.

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