(607) No one could ever say I'm careless? XD
Eris is by Libri!
The dark hybrid liked Imhotep because Odessa liked him -- she valued the blood in Larkspur's family, and Odessa was especially close to Larkspur, daughter of his sister. She therefore trusted the Family member to make her decisions wisely and act in ways most beneficial to the family -- thus far, Eris had not been disappointed. This mateship would bolster the family's bonds, and it would serve all of them well. The dark wolf could only hope in the future they would see more such pairings.
His thanks was received with a gracious smile and the slightest inclination of her head. She was pleased with his proclamations, but the dark hybrid was too wary to rejoice in the future -- it was quite uncertain, and while she did not think anything would impede Odessa and Imhotep's mateship, her foresight was not that sharp. Surely, she would later sacrifice and speak prayer over this decision, but she needn't consult the liver of some hapless creature every time she granted her blessing to another of Salsola.
Eris hesitated a moment, peering at him evenly. He seemed entirely unused to this world, as if he were raised in a different one altogether. And that very well may be, she reminded herself. The golden dog spoke with the rich tones of some faraway place, and perhaps not only their language, but their entire culture was different. Perhaps there were no mateships at all where Imhotep came, just the men capable of claiming women, claimed women, and men incapable of claiming women. Such a system was pure brutality, and allowed only the physically strong to survive -- Eris herself knew physical strength was not the only factor in determining success, of course. If things were a question of physical prowess alone, she herself might not be Family of Salsola, let alone Auxiliary.
Well, she began, speaking if only to break the quiet that had befallen after her hesitation. Your mateship is what you make it. All are different, I suppose. Some choose mates for love, she said, smiling toward Imhotep, and others -- well, they make a match of two good pieces, hoping to form a better whole. Such was the case with herself and Larkspur, and surely, this had produced a batch of beautiful children, each a shining beacon of power and strength derived from mother and father. That their match had been successful did not necessarily doom all mateships made for love, however, and Eris thought the physical complements Odessa and Imhotep played to one another would suit almost as well as a match made purely for the sake of bloodlines and producing strong children. Eris was, of course, conveniently forgetting her first litter had been entirely unintended.
Either way, children should eventually come from a mateship, she said, smiling a little sort of grin. You don't need me to tell you how that works, though. Your body will know that, when the time comes. She did not know if the golden hybrid had that sort of experience with women or not -- it was pretty clear to her he had little romantic experience, but romantic and sexual knowledge need not occur together. Perhaps best of all, if it should happen Odessa is not satisfactory to you, or you to her, either of you might seek your fun elsewhere while keeping your mateship intact. The coyote was blunt, for she did not wish to waste time beating around the bush and having Imhotep guess at her meaning. Euphemisms and subtlety were not so effective when there was something of a language barrier between the speakers. Discreetly, of course, she added quickly.
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