Her irritation faded with the slowness of a tortoises' movement, but she did not continue the continued hateful gaze. It wasn't the fault of the woman beside her, no. She didn't deserve the anger from this golden woman who hailed from a shared home. Baphomet was in the past. With any luck, she would never again have to deal with him. If she ever returned to Eterne, she would be glad to hear him dead. If Momoztli had any sway on the world, he would be. But this dark woman had no reason to know of the Kimaris girl's hatred for the brother-uncle who was so warped by the Atototztli. Tlantli didn't want her to know.
Eris gave a smile and the expression of sympathy, but the younger woman simply gazed ahead. There was no reason for sympathy. Sympathy was for those who suffered, and she did not suffer. She was free, ranked above the waste Baphomet by her gender alone. Other factors only increased the space. Where he relied on his religion, she relied on herself. She was capable, she was strong, she was intelligent. A serpent with a vicious bite, far from the Atototztli while remaining close all in the same moment. Tlantli's golden shoulders shrugged up against her neck as she listened to Eris' words. "He hast severed his own ties. Aye will not be sorry when he dies." It sounded so wrong, but she knew that she wouldn't.
She wasn't surprised to hear the sable-shaded female's declaration of her place, for her fired eyes knew it to be true. Eris had lived in Eterne, but she would not go back without punishment or slavery. They were not the sort to forgive or embrace those from the outside. Tlantli gave a nod in agreement. "No. You would not be. Aye wonder sometimes, if they will allow me back mayesalf." Silly to assume such a thing, but she did occasionally dwell on it. She was a hybrid of the scantest sort, born to the Kimaris family and raised by a sterile half-brother who had tried to save them from the outrageous minds of the devout. Perhaps she was as far from Eternian as Eris was now, lost to the world of wolves where others might have said she belonged. A sigh escaped her. "Aye haft to go back to maye home. Citlali is waiting." Her body rose gracelessly and turned away. There was nothing left she desired to speak of. It was too difficult.
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