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Salvia Eternity · 07-03-2012, 03:46 PM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Location: Borgata Tenzontli, SL Date: 03 July Weather: Cloudy, pre-thunderstorm Time: Afternoon			Nacht

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Things had gone as smoothly as they could. There would be questions, but there would always be questions. Salvia had come to accept this as part of the political working of their newfound intelligence. Wolves in nature valued strength, not cunning, but here they had become different. Sirius was a fighter, and Salvia bore the scars to prove this, but it was his mind that was his true weapon. If he had not been so wickedly clever he would not have been able to pull together Salsola as it functioned. His role, as Salvia saw it, was to pull invisible strings in such a way that those around him did not even realize it was happening. She knew this and slowly, and with a great amount of self-loathing, had begun to realize she herself was a part of his schemes.

Today, though, there was no time for such thoughts. She was dealing with the issue of horses, and how their barn was hardly large enough to handle the influx. Many had taken to keeping their personal mounts close to home, and Salvia herself had debated doing the same. It would require an addition and the aid of the slaves, so with her authority she had commanded such a thing to be organized by Miqui and the slaves. The older man was happy to assist, and Salvia made a mental note to reward him in some way once the project was done. Satisfied he could have such a thing going, she had saddled up Nacht and taken him out.

The ride took her westward, towards the ocean. She knew this was not the true face of the sea, having seen it in Freetown, but the water was soothing none the less. Her mind raced, here and there, and the motion of the powerful animal under her eased the girl into an odd sort of meditation. Hot wind blew in from the west but he smelt, and sensed, the approaching storm. It was an undercurrent to the air, thick with rain, and she hoped dearly for it. It would give her time to retreat inside, to the bed she shared with her brother, to the instinctive comfort of her littermate.

A gull wheeled nosily above her head and she spared it a glance. Water splashed around her mount’s hooves, and he seemed genuinely excited by such a thing. Horses were still very strange to her; Salvia, like her father, did not romanticize them. Still, she sensed his enjoyment in the would-be telepathy shared by all animals, and allowed it to ease her doubts and worries into a dull hum deep within her chest.

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