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Eris is by Requiem!
The dark-hued woman was satisfied to see the condition of her daughter's dwelling. While there were no ruins within Salsola which could be properly called magnificent, there were the better places to live and the not so good. Eris herself had chosen modest dwellings, counting on her mate's ability to construct and build as she liked. Such reliance was gone and away with the war; Eris, who had her own ghosts associated with the time period, caught the flicker of Harrow's expression. Her small and wolfish ears perceived what might have been a twinge of insincerity in her voice.
The dark woman gave one glance around, as if checking to see if they were observed. There was nothing furtive to the gesture; Eris's bold chartreuse gaze swept over the vicinity and, upon finding it acceptable, stepped into her daughter's home. Upon entering, she set the bag aside and settled to the earth without invitation. Her smile was one of understanding, and she peered at Harrow with earnest green-yellow eyes. Talk to me, my dear girl. She hoped she needn't append the statement with a "speak freely" -- but she would if necessary.
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