[aw] casting shadows, throwing sparks

Eris Eternity · 03-28-2012, 12:45 PM

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(504) One or two. I swear, this is the last weir-related thread I am doing forever, but this is all I need to do for Pescador Job, so NYAH.

Eris is by me!

It had been nearly a year since Salsola's foundation. It was during the early weeks of spring they'd formed, and now the world had again turned to spring. Evidence of it was everywhere -- tiny sprigs of green growing here and there in the ruins, up from the grasses. The dark-furred hybrid had passed through the garden prior to attending the weir, and she was pleased to see the ground already being churned and tilled for future planting, though she was unaware of the culprit, as of yet. The Luperci scents around the area were quick to fade, masked by the scent of new plant life. Some of last year's growth was already returning, and the dark-furred woman hoped to gain a wide array of new plants this summer.

For her part, Eris wished to prepare for their celebratory feast. To be sure, much of the planning and hunting and fishing would have to directly preceed the event, for Salsola's meats should be fresh -- but the dark-furred coyote saw no reason to delay using the newly completed weir, either. Dried and smoked fishes could also be consumed during the feast -- they would want a vast array of things, to be sure. Such variety would surely stand as a testament to Salsola's strength, and all in attendance could revel in it.

The coal-furred woman meandered along the riverbank until she came to the weir and the creek, peering down with a grin. The tide was going out, and she could see the silvery forms of the fish congregating near the stones of the weir, their frantic silvery forms unable to overcome the weir with the rapidly falling tide. Cross the creek, and get the other side of the net, she commanded to Molcaxitl, who obeyed quickly, wading across the river. It rose to her midsection, but no higher. On the far side, she stood, waiting for Eris's command, with the pole in hand. The net stretched across the river, and Eris nodded. They began to walk downstream.

With only a small gap between the netting and the weir, the Auxiliary and her slave ceased forward movement. Eris laughed aloud and pointed to the frothy, roiling water -- there were a great number of fish, too many for her to hope to capture. Some were even capable of leaping over the weir, though they landed on rocks and stunned themselves before flopping back into the main Pictou river. These few escapees did not concern her -- with a constant ability to capture quite so many fish, what did they care for ten or fifteen who managed to find freedom again? Eris leapt into the water and began pulling fish out of it. Molcaxitl crossed back over the river behind the net and began making ready those her mistress tossed at her. Most of the fish were killed by the dark woman before Molcaxitl snagged them, but one here and there lived, flopping around on the ground by the slave.

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