Returning Ghosts of the Morning Calm Land

Salvia Eternity · 06-29-2012, 12:11 AM

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These two were much alike, though Salvia would never speak such truth aloud. She lived for the conquest and the work that came with it. While she had been pampered and spoiled and taught of her own superiority, she had not learned this without a second and firmer hand guiding her. Her father and Sirius had seen to that. Salvia valued work, and her body craved it. To hunt, to kill, to fight—these were simple things that suited her. Despite her great intellect, despite her clear ability to comprehend and study and learn she did not find value in books or seek the knowledge of furthering her ability to read. She was capable of it because it was a necessity, but she could not formulate true understanding and she could not write. Her younger sisters had shown talent there, though Salvia knew little of this. She knew little of her siblings because she chose not to.

So while her work was her focus, it was mechanical and steady. Her mind whirled with the words and the ideas presented by this foreign woman. Ghosts as she knew them were beings that she identified with Tak, and therefore, with the shadows and the night. The broken speech only affirmed these ideas, though they were base, and broadly painted. There was more weight to them then she could comprehend, though she was aware of this fact.

The heart was ripped free from the deer. Salvia had been unable to reach it when the kill was made and the heavy muscle rested in her hand like a stone. She looked at it for a long time, as if considering the true weight of what it was, and then looked to the slave. “Do you know him?” Her other hand, bloodied to the elbow, gestured for the woman to join her.

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