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The sable-shaded woman half-listened to Sirius, though her chartreuse eyes and her dark face gave the perfect expression of attention. Her mind was elsewhere, nervously nattering on about the goat. It would be her duty, she thought, to cut its throat and open its belly. She had decided she would not partake of the alcohol herself; as she would save the task for entirely after their meal, the sable woman did not wish to appear drunk. The coyote did not know the damage the alcohol might do to the developing children, of course, but she had chosen to abstain for entirely different reasons. To fumble with the knife or fail entirely after their meal would be disgrace.
She reached for a stick with chunked deer speared upon it, seared so lightly they were still bloody red and raw, barely touched by the flame. She pulled the pieces off with her teeth as delicately as she could manage, though the slowness of movement was of no particular need for grace. Instead, her chartreuse eyes looked from one member to the next, quietly scrutinizing and wondering. The sable woman looked to Bastion, her chartreuse eyes studying the child-like boy for a moment.
There was another motion to Molcaxitl, more attentive now that she had been snapped at once, and she leaned forward to listen to Eris's whisper. The girl returned and rounded the table slowly, hunched as to keep herself from drawing attention. She set before Eris a small dish, the simple sort that belonged to Molca herself, as much as something technically owned by Eris could in that the sable Auxiliary herself never made actual use of the items for preparation. The hybrid studied the odd meat therein, but remembering the pallid man's belief, she took for herself a small piece of the half-cooked thing, then slid the bowl toward Bastion.
Somewhere distantly behind her, the male slave was muttering to Molcaxitl, though the sable hybrid could not quite make out the words. He was quiet, and they were both removing emptied dishes to wherever it was the slaves took care of them. The hybrid cocked her head and listened, but she couldn't quite hear the words, and she carefully placed a piece of the strange meat on her tongue, holding it there to catch the flavor before swallowing.
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