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Eris is by James!
The river's waters were cold, but not so frigid as those they might have found in winter. Eris was at home in the water, possessing a natural capability there, and she hovered in the river near Artemisia, even as the woman continued to work. Eris's feet prodded the bottom of the river, seeking for smaller stones and nudging them toward the weir's bottom, where they'd be put into a more proper place. As her daughter seemed to ready herself, though, the dark woman stopped and straightened in the water, standing on a rise so her waist was nearly out of the water.
The coal-furred woman considered the orange-eyed youth's statements with a grave look over her face. Ichika was a dangerous place for Salsolians to be, and would continue to be so for some months, Eris suspected. Still, she could not deny her daughter's will -- when Artemisia passed from Bambino to an adult rank, she was her own woman and Eris could not order her to do anything. So, she nodded. You must disguise your scent, and you must be careful. They will not be kindly to us, the woman said. Who knew what the upcoming weeks would bring? The woman was not entirely comfortable with the idea, but the way her daughter had spoken -- she dared not shatter Artemisia's dreams with her cautions and motherly worries.
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