There was confidence in every step she took; it was arrogance without a doubt, though she carried herself with grace and with poise. Though young, she had been raised within the society of Salsola and understood appearance meant everything. Only her disowned sister and the man who had saved her had ever seen the tiger that lived under Salvia’s domestic front. This child, her sister, seemed to sense it. This was for the best. Salvia had shown herself more than capable of turning on blood.
“Why yes,” she purred, eyes narrowed and lip half-curled. She was malicious even now, despite the sticky-sweet tone of her voice. “You’re a clever girl, aren’t you?” This she did not lie about, pleased that the children at least knew of her. Intentionally, Salvia had avoided coming to her mother’s home since the birth. All girls, her brother had said. All threats to her dominance as the first-born, eldest daughter.
.saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; }
.saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;}
.saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;}
.saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
.saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>[/html]