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Salvia Eternity · 12-16-2011, 01:41 AM

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Salsola, Borgata Mazatl

Salvia is on Trader, and has just returned after a trip to Freetown.

She was glad to be home. Salvia had gone with her father and the slave woman south, riding the gelding and toting along a pack smaller than that the mare carried. Useless things, she had thought, but Salvia’s perception of what was and was not valuable did not sit with the “civilized world”. Oh, what a strange world it had been. Every face was strange and unique, and she had reveled in the attention praised upon her. Beautiful, she was called. Once a man had catcalled her, but her protective father had bristled at the sound. It was the second time Rowan had come to Freetown, and she had been hesitant at every step until that point.

Though the bulk of what was to come was in her father’s control, Salvia had not come back empty-handed. She had brought several things for her brother, and even gone so far as to find a gift for the slave, and make well and sure to procure some goods for her uncle and even her mother. They were all carefully packed in her saddle-bags, and once she dropped off the horse, she would go about her rounds. Checking on Pandemic and the slave woman was her first priority—she trusted her brother with the now meek woman well enough. While she was dangerous, Pandemic’s size alone made him formidable. Not to mention Salvia had practiced with him regularly.

The now-frozen ground sounded against the dun horse’s hooves as they trotted back towards the barn. It would be a while before Larkspur returned (hence his self-removal from his co-rank’s duties) and had asked her to pick up the slack during this period. Agreeable to this, she had already begun running through plans to sort out her days. Morning would involve the animals, and while the sheep were taken to graze, she would hunt. Her slave-woman was being trained by the others, but Salvia would likely begin bringing her along to help with these tasks. Her days would be busy, but she was not opposed to this.

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