The small girl’s chest swelled with pride at the mention of her father. She looked nothing like either parent, though she had Eris’ eyes. Most of those who had been alive to know her grandfather would have seen the resemblance all too clearly. Salvia knew nothing of the wicked blood she carried, only that she was special because of her parents. Bright-eyed, she trotted right up to her ancient relative and pranced around her feet like a needy cat.
“I know most of it,” she admitted, overjoyed that an adult would take the time to pay attention to her. While her parents did, she had never met any of the other adults on her own before. Having someone as special as Misery paying attention to her made Salvia’s ego rise like the eagle her father wore. “We aren’t allowed t’go to the borders, but I can show you around the mountain. There’s a lot of neat places we can go!”
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