Do not pray for me

Eris Eternity · 05-02-2012, 02:20 PM

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Eris is by Alaine!

The dark woman settled on her haunches, her casual manner perhaps enough to indicate Isabella might also find a comfortable seat within the Eris's abode. She nodded, pleased enough with the woman's gift and her comfort here. Isabella's raiment was more colorful and royal-looking than anything the dark Auxiliary herself wore -- only Siv's leather outfit and the other outfit, the magic thing reserved for ritual, came close to rivaling these fine garments. Strangely enough, there was no jealousy in Eris's heart -- perhaps there was no more room for it.

She could only agree with the mottled woman; from pain came strength, and there was little more painful in Eris's life than this. Perhaps it was quite so painful for her realization what he meant to her -- no longer could she slip over to his enclave, right beside her own, and have his company for as long as she pleased. More importantly, she no longer had his support and strength -- her children were the only remnant of him, and they were still children. Perhaps she might hope Salvia and Pandemic had absorbed enough from their father, but she did not think the younger ones -- and certainly not Basilaris -- had gotten enough time with him.

You are right, the hybrid breathed, twisting her coyote-shaped head away from Isabella for a moment, eyes on the dead firepit. The cat was done eating and preoccupied herself with grooming; Eris watched her and spoke once more. I would not dwell on Larkspur. Distract me, she said, more a command than a request, but not in an unkindly tone -- there was a hint of desperation in her voice, on the contrary. She could not show her weaknesses to her children, Sirius did not care for her emotional tribulations, Odessa had her own pains to deal with, and she had driven her sister from the pack, inadvertant as it had been. There were none other she could rely upon.

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