405 → Her speech probably shouldn't be this well formed, but I don't careeee.
As far as the communal slaves were concerned (or really, any of the slaves) Molca was far from her favorite due to her stupidity; no, she greatly preferred the company of the red-eyed wolf known as Darijus. She valued him due to his inability to speak however, not for anything he was particularly useful at. It made her sudden and long lapses of silence seem normal. At some point she'd decided he must wish the ability to speak. If suddenly told she would no longer be able to, the oil-colored child suspected she might suddenly have a lot to say. Shooing away Molcta with an air of disdain, she hoped the stupid woman wouldn't misplace her alphabet practice or destroy it.
She didn't know why her mother could see things where she could not, but it neither worried her nor made her envious. Some people simply had skills, and her mother seemed to be a very talented individual. With an amused light to her eyes, Arte noted that despite the insinuation she was helping build the weir, Salsola's second maintained a safe difference from the manual labor. Did that mean she thought it was below her, or worse, truly was? For all the enjoyment learning the alphabet brought her it was not something that would bring her glory all by itself. No, she would have to lend her musculature to physical tasks. When her dark-painted mother's head snapped up in her direction, Arte's head dipped downward to look toward the smoke as it was announced the weir would be successful. She saw nothing as expected, but a wan half-smile managed to appear. Withdrawing her hand away from the Auxiliary's person and let it rest at her side for the time being. "I'm happy for you." Arte wanted nothing but success for the woman who'd given her life and almost never frowned at her sudden appearances.
Seeing Khirot return to his work under the intent gaze of both mother and child, the youngster huffed slightly. "Did your visions tell you when it would be complete?" Or if she was supposed to help its completion? Despite feeling no concrete emotions toward the idea of religion, she respected her mother's gift and had decided at some point that there were things even Salsolan's were incapable of controlling. These things included love, where your children roamed after being born, and, as was the case presently, things she couldn't explain.
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