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Eris Eternity · 12-28-2011, 04:27 PM

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Eris is by me!

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The dark woman had been poisoned by thoughts of Shibboleth through her pregnancy. She wondered if these thoughts had been enough to spoil the unexpected child in her belly. Surely, if Eris had known, she would not have spent even a moment contemplating her dead daughter. Now, however, the hybrid thought perhaps it was Basilaris's sister-spirits that had shaped him so delicately within her. Perhaps Solanaceae had carried him into the breathing world early, for her body would not hold him any longer. Certainly -- she had engaged in her rituals and ingested her chemicals prior to realizing her pregnancy.

Now, her thoughts pointed forward; she thought only of Larkspur's return, and how she would show the child to him. Her old triumph would be present as it always was, but there would be something else there, too. Perhaps it was the return of their initial spark, whatever spiritual chemistry that had drawn them together returning to them. Eris thought not -- this felt like something entirely different. Where he had consumed her at first, this felt less like burning need and more like simple desire. She wanted him to return to her and be hers, and she wanted him to share this lovely son.

A sound drew her attention, and the dark hybrid turned to meet it, though without any of the ferocity she might have greeted sounds from the north. She inhaled sharply, but smelled only the fire and the salty breeze. A large figure, enshrouded with shade, loomed before them. Molca cowered, but it did not seem an exceptionally fearful cower; Eris took it the slave, with her closer position, recognized the stranger still several feet away. For her part, Eris stood, rounding the fire with slow steps. Her chartreuse eyes were narrowed to discern the newcomer's identity.

Siv, the hybrid said, her greeting colder than it might have been to one of her preferred Associates -- no, Family. Siv was part of the Family now, she must not forget this. Eris remained where she was, eager to undertake -- and end -- the customary nuzzle greeting. She could not until the woman dismounted, however, and so she stood, faint annoyance rising within her.

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