(393) i'm terrible. ;___; shoot meeee
The coyote woman considered. There had been a ring in her nose, once. She did not recall the circumstances that put it there nor the piercing and healing itself; when she had come north from Eterne, she had realized, one day, it was still embedded to her face. And so, she'd removed it. The hole had slowly healed, as Eris had never replaced the ring, but evidence of its existence was apparent enough with a tough strike to the nose. Eris did not connect her proclivity to bleed from the nose when struck there particularly hard with the ring, however. She did not recognize the right of many slaves to move up from their position, but she had -- even if it was not something she shared openly with anyone.
I say you are your own woman, and you'll do as you will, she said, both strength and approval apparent in her tone. On the practical aspect, Salsola had use of its deferent canines, but they also did not need those so weak they could not act and think for themselves. If Xochime had been freed, she must be free in all aspects, even if she never lost that submissiveness. Eris had lost hers -- or perhaps never had submission to begin with, even deposed in Eterne -- so it was possible for the fire-colored woman to blossom and grow. Salsola was just such fertile soil to cause such miracles, and the coyote smiled at her kin-sister, wondering. There is nothing wrong with respecting those ranked above you, of course, she added, continuing after a thoughtful pause. But you are of the Family. You are your own, she said, hoping this was sensible to the fire-gold woman.
The sable hybrid did not know this one as well as her sister, and even mysterious and unknown Tlantli had yet to reveal all her secrets to Eris. Even so, she hoped the same strength and intelligence she saw in Tlantli ran in this woman's blood. Their relation was apparent enough, physically, and the hybrid woman again marveled at the tableaux of colors coyotes produced: molten gold and liquid fire, shades of soil certain to produce bounty. Her own six children did not produce the same palette of colors as three Kimaris siblings, and she had heard Astaroth to be black as night.
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