mall-caps;letter-spacing:4px;">THE SPARK OF DAWNShe crushed up the dried button of cactus and worked to grind it with a solid stone against the surface of her shelf, expecting the dark wolf to leave without further question. Snorting up the powdered drug distracted her enough to realize that his scent didn't fade — the burning caused her hand to slam against the shelf area, and his voice startled her enough to cause the coyote to knock most of her belongings off. Fire eyes focused on the features of the dark wolf, wondering why he was still there. Didn't she say it was done?
He spoke of gods and she cleared her throat, bringing herself to settle before him with crossed legs. "She thinks she does not haft to believe. The Atotoztli, they ahre maye...mm, devout? That ess the word? They ruin much of life for her kind. Aye ahm not surprised she has no more faith. But she will learn. There ess only so much that aye cahn do to offer her safety -- Momotztli does not help her. Her lack of faith will ruin her, ahnd maybe your children ahs well." Salvia and Pandemic seemed healthy enough, not stained by the hands of Gods, but Salvia and Pandemic were not a product of a mateship that would go wrong; this new group had all of the dangers of being polluted.
Her eyes turned to the shape of a stone eagle she had never noticed in the past — had he always worn the necklace? "Aye do not know your Gods, but it ess...dangerous of her to disregard. Maybe she ess more foolish thahn Aye first believed." Her eyes didn't leave the stone shape, even as she voiced her disapproval of her non-sister's lack of beliefs, and a moment passed before she moved again. Muscles shifted, bringing the golden body closer to that of the charcoal Arbiter as she leaned forward to examine the pendant. A hand raised briefly, meaning to touch it, but something compelled her to stay away. Larkspur's Gods were strange, much like the dark man himself, and while she did not respect him, she feared them. "El águila. This ess...like the snake? Powerful, for your Gods? What does it mean?" Her curiosity wrote itself onto her face as she turned her head upwards to look at Larkspur's pumpkin gaze.
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