11-27-2009, 06:02 PM
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Table by Mel
The hybrid was quite curious to know what her daughter had become. Eris was two and a half now by Kaena's calculation, and she wondered what that time had done to her daughter. Where had she gone? What had she done? The hybrid figured there was plenty of time to ask these questions, and even if Vieira could not provide in-depth answers she would be of some use to the hybrid woman, who might be able to determine something of Eris's life from the woman's story. She spoke of her skills, and the hybrid cocked a coal-colored ear to listen, disappointment flooding her. The Centurion often still thought of finding someone to write down Inferni's history so it might be referred to later by other canines. They could keep a room in the mansion dedicated to their history with a written log of it. Such an idea was quite appealing to the hybrid still, and it disappointed her to learn Viei was not educated in the ways of the written word. Still, perhaps Kaena would be able to barter with someone else to teach her that skill, and narrate to her. These thoughts were confirmed as Vieira continued to speak, offering for the first time more information than Kaena had expressly requested. It was a relative subject, though, and the hybrid was glad to hear that. "That's good. I live in a cave, so it's not like you're gonna have to bust your ass to keep it tidy," the hybrid offered. "You'll stay with me. You hungry?" the coyote asked. She was not entirely certain how to regard this creature yet, but she was perceptive enough to detect the raw edge of hunger emanating from the young woman, present in her thin frame and hollowed yellow eyes. Kaena figured they could fish something from the coast; if the woman did not know how to fish, she would have to learn it. The tide pools and the rocky coast provided much of Kaena's diet. |