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Draugr is by Alaine!
Her mother's smile was all she could have hoped for. Draugr's breath caught in her throat and she worked hard to suppress her own smile, not wishing to seem overly pleased with such a small victory. Still, it was something, and inwardly Draugr was elated. She drew her mother's familiar scent in with a breath and nearly shivered at their closeness. She had been cast into the fire on her lonesome, and while she understood its necessity, relief filled her to know she had at least some small part of her mother's approval again.
Please, she said, lifting purple eyes only as far as the woman's ruddy-hued chest and ribcage. She stepped gingerly into the familiarity of her mother's home, immediately at ease with the familiar scents and sights within. She peered around with pale eyes, looking at the things that had shifted since her departure into her own residence. She wanted to tell her mother she'd missed her, missed her closeness and comforts, but she dared not. She was an adult, an Associate, and she could not speak these things even if she could speak of leaders as not-gods.
If... our boss is not a god, she started, faltering a moment as she chose her words. We listen to him when it's in our interest to do so, but we don't die for him. We follow him, but not over the edge of a cliff, she said. Her voice was still small, but more confident than it had been outside the walls of her mother's residence.
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