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Tlantli Kimaris · 08-25-2011, 01:05 PM

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Oh snap! Tlantli made him a present.

mall-caps;font-variantmall-caps;letter-spacing:4px;">THE SPARK OF DAWN

The signal from the red woman to her dark master did not go unnoticed by the Crone, but she ignored it. What he taught his slave was none of her business -- his bullish snort and dismissive words reminded her that it wasn't her place to tell him how to own them. She grunted a response, giving the horse a wide berth as she moved to stand near the dark Arbiter. She couldn't understand the fascination with the horses -- they were food, not prizes, but it seemed so many enjoyed the beasts as something more. The challenge in his voice went ignored as her hands found her hips. "Aye think your body ess better used for other things." The words were flat and honest, spoken without whatever seduction other women might have utilized to gain favor in the orange-eyed wolf.

A golden hand delve into the satchel at her hip, where she kept her gifts for others on chances she'd seen them throughout the day -- when it returned, it held a bundle of beads and feathers, held together on a leather thong and made with careful, but unskilled, hands. Her hands. Citlali was the craftsman that his aunt would never be, but she had tried carefully to take the eagle's feathers and work them together into a gift for the male she was so often at odds with. It was held up without a glance from the Crone. "This ess for you." The low-hanging feathers were separated by beads of a bright white color, creating a non-pendant focus to the piece of jewelry she'd worked dutifully on.

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