She should have known. Pan knew the girls well enough, bubbling over them like a child. Salvia disliked the idea that they were her kin if only because of the threat they held. So she was forced to behave in ways that made her domineering, cruel. She had yet to develop the grace of words as her uncle knew them, though her bodu was a lithe and effortless language that spoke of rank. One day she would learn his shadow-tongue and it would make her far more powerful than her body alone could be.
Ataxia. This girl was smart. She observed Salvia, though she was careful to remain submissive and not look her in the eye. Even family could not risk such a thing in Salsola. "Who is watching you?" She asked, guessing it was not their mother. Molca had a habit of isplacing the pups, but they were the right age to begin wandering. One hand rose and pushed her hair from her face. Salvia's stance softened some, tension leaving her body. Adrenaline had a tendancy to linger, but once it settled, her natural grace returned.
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