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Eris Eternity · 01-01-2012, 07:10 AM

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Eris is by Kiri!

At the mention of Salvia, her ears flicked backwards, and she peered at Siv with a novation of strain upon her dark face. She loved her Salvia, it was true, but the girl had been distant, at best, since before Ataxia, Artemisia, and Harrow were born. How would she look upon Basilaris? The dark hybrid did not know, and part her did not even wish to know. Her son could not be tainted with rejection, and there was something greater to fear in Salvia. Inhaling sharply, the woman shook her head, the faint smile upon her coal-hued muzzle tinged with sadness.

Beast-magic is all Salvia has, I think, the coyote confessed. It was alright to confess such things, even to one such as Siv. It was not her own failing she spoke of, but her daughter's. It was not Eris's choice whether magic ran in the blood of her daughters or not -- this was chance and fate combining, the simple luck of the draw. Where Basilaris seemed dipped in otherworldly spiritual soup at birth, Salvia's magic was dead and dull, restricted to that of beasts. No doubt, a useful skill, but certainly not magic as powerful as Eris's own, or even Siv's.

I would look forward to your gifts, cousin, the woman said, allowing the term to fall from her maw cautiously. Siv was no sister, she was no Tlantli and no Xochime, but she was Family, all the same. Distant cousin or not, Eris was required to show her due respect, and perhaps Eris would from this moment forth. It was the least she owed Siv for presenting her with such finery as this white garment and the colorfully furred purse. Trust was a matter entirely separate from respect, and Eris knew she could keep that to herself easily enough.

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