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Myrika Tears · 11-05-2011, 02:56 AM

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Kaena had spoken of him in the same way. It was faintly reverent, like an old saint long dead. Myrika had but one brief perspective on Inferni's old history, and she found it interesting mother and son of the same man would view him in such a manner, though not so noteworthy that she should mention it. She nodded, and smiled her friendly smile, although now it seemed harder at the corners -- faintly more resolute, if such a thing was possible. Yes. The same could be said for all Inferni's leaders, though. All leadership, ever, I think. Unless they're just figureheads, that's what they do -- lead the group in new directions. This was more musing than anything else; Myri had no leadership experience and she would have been horribly under-qualified. Yet she did not entirely lack worldliness -- books were a far cry from reality at times, but their occurrences and interactions were rooted in reality, too.

Her blue-green eyes flicked to his movements, watching the small jar and the seasoning. She assumed casually, trusting it was seasoning. An unkind canine could have poisoned her then and there, but Myrika did not think she'd made an enemy of Ezekiel or anyone else in Inferni, for that matter. She herself rarely cooked -- she enjoyed it's products, but found the task itself too tedious to bother when raw meat was often comparably good. Besides, to Myrika, cooking was simply sticking some meat over a fire. She rarely seasoned anything, nor did she specially prepare it for cooking in any other way. She was a far cry from a chef. It was nice having such a thing done for her; she wondered if she would be required to repay a favor in kind. Unlikely -- Ezekiel could have ordered her to do anything he wanted, after all. If she valued her place in the clan, she'd have to abide, or face life outside of it.

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