mall-caps;letter-spacing:4px;">THE SPARK OF DAWNShe allowed the situation, as distasteful as she found the whole thing, to be dropped as her attentions were focused elsewhere. The gift was more important. His comb dropped as he advanced and for a moment, she was concerned at the proximity of his body as he took the carefully crafted necklace from her substantially smaller hands. There was a magic in his eyes that kept her gaze firmly there as he studied the piece -- it hadn't gone unnoticed before, but it was the first time she'd truly looked. Thank you. It was enough to satisfy her.
"You said thaht Tahk controls the..."lesser ahnimals"? El águila flies close to el sol; perhaps our Gods ahre not so different." She remembered this Tak found purchase in the shadows, where Momotztli was the Sun. Still, accepting his differening faith was a large step for the golden Crone, who shunned the beliefs of others and clung to her own with a careful soul. She was not a priestess, nor was she devout, but only Momotzli made sense until speaking to Larkspur briefly about his own.
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