sometimes you forget where the heart is

Eris Eternity · 12-07-2011, 10:23 AM

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Uh, seriously, SHUDDUP. I like Annathreads and Cloverthreads are sex so there. |: <3

Eris is by Alaine!

Eris was too glad to serve her role in the pack; while it consisted of its share of work, there were the undeniable perks. Some were material and fleeting, and others did fill her with a genuine sense of goodness. Salsola, unlike any place before it, was home, truly and completely. She was accepted -- more than that, she was loved. The dark hybrid could think of nothing greater in the world, and talking with Clover as they meandered through the clan's flat and rolling plains to the garden and the thick boscage of non-cultivated shrubbery surrounding the garden. Eris wished to surround the area with hanging vines, and perhaps steal some of Inferni's wisdom, if possible. The use of a greenhouse would make for year-round outdoor cultivation and resolve their need to transport plants to avoid cold death. Citlali's departure left the future of the garden questionable, but she thought Clover and Odessa might be able to make it work, and she said so on their walk toward the garden. As always, she'd offered her assistance, as well.

As they entered the garden, the dark hybrid sighed with the scent of plant life. She had been diligent about collecting the bits and pieces of plants she wanted, and she saw many other plants were well-kept, trimmed down to weather the cold. A thick mat of the abundant switchgrass that grew in their marshy areas had been laid to protect the plants, and Eris viewed this with an approving nod before kneeling beside Clover, inhaling the pungent scent of the plants. A shiver ran up her spine; it had been some time since she had indulged in these tastes. While she believed this drug could elevate the spirit, it was not as powerful a transcendental force as her beloved mushrooms and peyote. The latter took many years to flower, however, and the dark hybrid did not think cultivation was possible if she wished to use it for the same purpose as the mushrooms.

They are just lovely, the dark hybrid said, her ears perking forward in delight. Don't endanger them on my behalf -- I can wait until spring, when they grow lush and full, she said, holding up a hand. If you can take a little, we might mix it with indian tobacco. I have this in abundance in our storage, and it is only back the way we've come, the coyote offered, thinking she might entertain the golden-haired woman in her own quarters. Clover had already been inside the public areas; why not? The coyote was not opposed to Clover's own ideas, however, and did not suggest all of her plan in case her Associate thought outdoor use more appropriate. Eris did, too, of course -- there was nothing quite like indulging on the razor edge of the territory, that lovely and terrible place where Shibboleth had burned. The sable coyote visited often. She remembered what had transpired there as if it had occurred within the last hour, but she did not speak of it; she had not spoken of it since the pyre.

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