[m, p] our blood, our grace

Eris Eternity · 03-07-2012, 04:55 AM

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(370) I forgot to say Arte is so purdy. @_@ Kiri make her gorgimous.

Eris is by Nat!

The coal-furred woman's daughters were princesses, children of the pack's alphas, but there was no special place reserved for them. Eris had thought perhaps there should be, and had considered bringing the idea to Sirius, but he had no sons and daughters of his own -- would he understand her plight as a mother? Surely, offspring brought forth from the loins of the leadership were worth more than common whelps. It was too late for her children, however, and the dark-furred woman did not think more would come -- since Basilaris had surprised her, she had been far more careful with Larkspur.

Her daughter spoke and Eris's ear flicked. The woman's yellow-green eyes were on the movement of the dark-toned woman, her grace despite the already thick lines of her body. She resembled Larkspur, to be sure, but Eris's own thickness might have played a part in this, as well. There was only approval lurking in her eyes, even as her daughter turned and moved to look at the weir, seeming almost anxious in the next moment. Though nothing of Artemisia's countenance led Eris to think this, her finger-motions and throat-clearing were larger signs to Eris, who had known Arte all her short (thus far, anyway) life.

The hybrid's gaze did not widen in surprise, but she looked to the river. The creek flowed lazily, its waters sharper and clearer than the main Pictou River, which was muddy and full of silt further downstream. The water gleamed beneath the sun, rutilant light dancing over the current. It seemed picturesque enough, but the prettiness of the water detracted nothing from its possible danger. Yes. I will help, as well, but, dearest -- we must be careful of the tide. The rising waters are dangerous, and when they come, we all leave the river, she said, unwilling to have her daughter step into the river without doing the same herself. Working beside slaves was no pleasant thought, but Eris wanted her weir done, and they hadn't the slaves to do it in a timely enough manner, and her daughter was braving the water and work -- why shouldn't she, as well?

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