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It was time, Ataxia figured. She had prepared for this day by moving her few meager valuables away from her mother's den, and now all that was left do was to tell her. The more she waited, the more she worried. The arrogant girl was actually afraid that she might chicken out and never tell her the news - this, of course, was unacceptable to her. Coward was not the word she would use to describe herself, and yet the girl could think of no other reason she would move out of her mother's home without a word.
The hybrid was sitting in her mother's den, in front of the firepit. A basket full of seashells lied beside her. A few of them had been placed on her father's grave, while some had placed inside Tlanti's old residence. The remaining were to be given to her mother, which she hoped would distract her long enough to prevent her from becoming angry.
The girl fiddled with a shell in her hand. Eris's slave was curiously absent and had been so for a while now, and it felt strangely empty without her. Ataxia had never bothered to ask her mother why she had disappeared, as she thought it might upset the grieving woman more. She shouldn't care, it was just a slave after all, but now that she was alone and waiting for her mother to return she was suddenly very aware of how quiet it was.
She wondered if she should ease the news with something less obvious than a gift. Idle chatter? Ask about the weather? No, her mother wasn't stupid; that would make it more obvious. Ataxia's mind tried to find some topic they could discuss, and drifted to their differing views of religion. It meant she was unable to tell her mother about her concerns regarding Momoztli. What was it that he required of them? Sacrifice? More purification?
Sacrifice. That she could talk about, as long as she phrased it in the manner of 'more power for Salsola' and did not mention her god's name. Along those same lines, she could bring up her interest in scarification. The latter had prompted her to consider become the pack's Segna; perhaps it was time to mention that to her mother as well. She thought she might approve, although it was hard to predict her reactions while she was still grieving.
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