[m] [ro] from the fire we return
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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: Borders, SL

Date: 06 Sept (Backdated)

Weather: Drizzling

Time: Late night
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Eris is by Poppz!

She was not asleep when she heard the noise just outside her door. She was wrapped up beside Pandemic, curled into his arm. They were within the lean-to -- there would never be room enough for both of them and their play in the underground den. And so it was to the shack, the little half-building created with the sweat and strength of Pandemic's father. It had taken thinking of Larkspur to make her see the similarity in his son -- and the beautiful, wonderful, lovely devotion they could have to one another. She could never have another after Larkspur -- another but Larkspur's own flesh and blood. And here it was, sleeping peacefully beside her. Her hands, ever wandering over the warmth of his flesh, caressed the hardened curve of pectoral muscle, the grooves of muscle along his belly. Her desire, insatiable since she'd first tasted him, flared within her, and she was thinking of rousing him when the noise caught her attention.

The soft patter of rain against the roof was almost enough to muffle the whisper of her name. Eris, it said. It was ghostly enough to freeze her in her tracks, one hand lingering just above the thing that made Pandemic male. She did not move. Eris, the voice said, again, more drawn out this time. It was a low voice, and in her momentary terror, she mistook it for Salvia's voice. Scrambling to her feet, the hybrid smashed a shoulder against the shack's wall, biting her tongue to avoid crying out. Pandemic shifted, rolled, and looked at her. She smiled crazily and waved her hands, putting a finger to her lips. It was to the wall with the many alcoves and out into the rain. She splashed herself with smelling oil, hoping it would be enough to daub the scent of her son away from her fur, and went to meet the caller.

Her breath was released in one long, low sigh as she spied the too-dark form, four-legged, crouching just outside her home. What? she demanded, perhaps too snappily. She had not expected Draugr, and however relieved she was a moment ago, there was anger in having been interrupted now. The wolfdog's head dipped low in apology, and Eris was preparing to throttle her for a response when Draugr spoke again.

The borders, the woman said, looking at the mud between her paws. Your daughter.

***

The rain hadn't stopped by the time Eris reached the borders. On the contrary, it was coming down even harder, soaking the dark-hued woman to the bone. She supposed she ought to be glad -- at least this would decisively wash Pandemic's scent from her. The dark-hued woman was shivering, too, but it was not at the driving rain, but the prospect of seeing her daughter again. Draugr murmured the woman's location, and hung back thereafter. Eris glanced back when she'd taken quite a few steps and found the wolfdog was gone. She supposed that was for the best.

Unable to contain her running any longer, the hybrid took long strides toward the shanty, running toward it. When she burst inside, the bedraggled figure she saw there was hardly recognizable -- though perhaps that was due to the damp, and the posture. Eris stood in the doorframe -- it was lacking in a door -- and stared down at Harrow for a long moment. The dark wolf lifted her head, brilliantly green eyes meeting Eris's own. The hybrid took a step forward, almost staggering, and then another, falling to her knees in the mud beside her daughter and wrapping her in a hug.

For her part, the younger woman dropped the tattered doll she held in one hand and lifted both arms to return the hug. A wordless whimper came from one of them, and was promptly echoed by the other.

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