(352) i apologize for being slow ;_; also eris is REALLY weird in this thread; she is oddly euphoric :c
The strange accent the fire-shaded woman carried was the very same as her sister's. Eris found it lovely coming from either of their muzzles. Accents and strange ways of speaking were of particular interest to the shade-hued canine, who found each of them fascinating, regarding each with a sense of envy and jealousy for her own plainly flavored voice. She did not realize that her own voice certainly had its own accent, tainted by her time in Eterne and her travels northward and through the world, but Eris herself did not hear this, and thus her own voice was considered plain and boring.
Xochime, on the other hand, sounded like honey and sunshine, and Eris could hardly help the smile from spreading across her muzzle at the sound of it. The words were acknowledged with a nod, but Eris did not speak of her children. Poor Shibboleth, poor little thing it was. Eris could hardly think of the child as its own gender; she could hardly remember it, until she recalled that her second litter had been all girls. Pandemic was her only boy in the world, her precious darling.
No? I don't know much about defense with a knife, but I know to hold it with the blade back against your wrist, she said, rolling her shoulders. That way, you can swipe in both directions -- when your arm goes this way, and then this way, she said, demonstrating with her imaginary knife. She did not often have to use her weaponry to defend herself -- most of those the hybrid used her knife on were already severely injured or otherwise near-death.
Does Tlantli own you? the hybrid asked, earnestly. She did not know just how it worked between Xochime and her sister, though it was clear the flame-colored Family member deferred to her sister. If she had miscalculated in Xochime's rank and duties, the sable-hued woman might reconsider; she was uncertain as to how the tawny coyote felt about her situation, in any case, and she looked upon the other canine with patient curiosity.
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