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Tlantli Kimaris · 03-09-2012, 07:00 AM

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Tlantli is by Nat!

The flaxen coyote remembered little of Anathema's ranks or traditions -- she had never risen above the subordinate's rank, and her time in Anathema had been short indeed. She was with Citlali then, and her brothers were Infernians, though Miqui had come when she asked -- eventually. Her brother had been more disagreeable in those days, though Tlantli liked to think they'd both grown up some since then. She felt she had, anyway -- it was difficult for the yellow-furred coyote to remember her own age, at times. She felt very much an old woman, having lived too long and seen too much. In truth, though, she was not even three yet. Her second birthday had come and gone in her dimmed months, with no recognition or even realization on Tlantli's part. It was a strange thing to remember, at times, and just now was one of them. Her age and spirit's age held no bearing to the present moment, and Tlantli discarded the thought with the dark Anathema's continuing, her carnelian eyes regarding the other canine's necklaces as she showed them.

Tlantli's gaze moved to the other canine's face in surprise when she offered them freely, and the hybrid's head tilted to the side, regarding the darker canine with a sharp eye. Generosity surprised her, for her own pack was not a generous one -- the strong took what they would, and the weak were taken, more often than not. Gifts were given with the intention of having repayment, but Salsolian ideals were not universal, and Caprica might not expect anything in return. The dark coyote reached to touch one of them, bringing the loop of the necklace closer without taking it fully from the coal-colored wolf's grasp. This is good work, she said, ignorant of necklaces' manufacturing entirely but knowing completed and wearable works were worth more than unfinished trinkets. You make your wall-hangings, too? she asked, nodding toward the laden horse.

And you are sure you don't mind? the woman asked, lowering her hand slowly so the necklaces did not crash into one another as her amber pendant had to her chest. I don't know what I can give in return, she said, shrugging and indicating herself. The amber pendant and any other baubles she currently possessed were likely to help return her to Eterne, and she could not afford to part with them now -- a promise, perhaps, but one Tlantli might not keep, should early spring favor an early departure. She did not wish to intentionally play the dark woman false, for Caprica had -- if Tlantli understood her correctly -- made an offer of generosity for no reason apparent to Tlantli. Even so, the flaxen coyote had her purpose, and if an objective deviated too far from her purpose, she was likely to ignore it completely.

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