-- AHAHAHA.
Eris is by Requiem!
As the dark woman stood beside her daughter, she surveyed her darkest son with adoring eyes. She did not consider the possibility of failure, for he was her Pandemic and made perfectly in each way, as with all her children. Not for the first time, the discord between what she'd done -- shown a distinct and direct form of favoritism -- and what she purported to be -- an egalitarian parent -- grated gently against the rearmost parts of her mind. It was as a rusty hinge in some forgotten corner room door, giving the occasional low squeak on the rare occasion it was opened. She dismissed it as she had grown so capable of doing, and smiled her encouragement at Pandemic.
By the time his commands were issued and the exchange of expression occurred, however, the dark-hued woman's attentions were with Harrow. She nuzzled the charcoal-hued woman's cheek in reassurance, paying added attention to the lost child come home. Her opportunity to impart such special concern to each of her children came, however: she looked up again to spot the display on behalf of Ataxia. Eris herself gawked for a moment, her expression one of complete surprise. This disappeared immediately upon the dark woman's realization of her present situation and company, however, and Eris was quick to replace it with a smile, one she beamed feverishly toward Ataxia and then Miqui in turn. Her true feelings were not able to be discerned from this, as the dark-hued woman was already starting after Pandemic, throwing but a glance toward Miqui was he moved off into place.
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