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Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-25-2011, 02:48 PM

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pray to your god, open your heart

+3. Larkspur does not know how to do anything.

There was little denying that Larkspur favored his red slave over the others, but he had never been breached on the subject. She was submissive and attentive to him, and this was all that mattered. He did not need to strike her, for a raised voice or a certain tone would bring about the same effect. Rowan was peculiar; she did not hate this master, and had grown fond of him in the weeks since her capture. It was better than what the trader would have wanted with her—no one dared touch the Arbiter’s property.

The black wolf did not take her words as another man might, and remained impassive. He was made for labor and for battle, but instead he tended to animals. His size alone meant they broke without much effort. Salvia’s colt, while fond of the girl, managed to remain headstrong when it came to her father. When he was old enough to ride, Larkspur would break him as he had begun doing with the AniWaya horse.

Now, though, his focus would be on the smaller things that needed to occur. He blinked at the collection of things, and upon realizing what they were, recognized that this was not simply a trinket as the things Eris had given him. This was made with power in it, for the Crone was magic, and she had used the feathers of the can tah beast around his neck. He dropped the comb to the ground, advancing quietly to take the fragile thing from her. Orange eyes widened, pupils growing to suck in the magic that certainly resided in this object.

“Thank you,” he said, not knowing what better words to use. Awkwardly, he tried to turn the object about and make sense of where it was supposed to be worn.

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