your father was a priest

Alaine Winters · 03-19-2011, 11:03 AM

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It was clear that the male knew what he was doing. Within moments of hunting, Ezekiel had, with the elegant expertise of someone who survived on their skill alone, brought down two plumpish birds with his magical weaponry. In spite of herself, Alaine was awed with the speed and accuracy he shot the arrows, and soon had plucked the birds clean of their parasitical feathers. Much preferring cooked meat to that of raw, her step-son had crafted a fire to please her, and they roasted the birds slowly on a makeshift spit. While the scents wafted deliciously, the two spoke in light words and deep words, revealing with each tone a slighter depth to one another.

Her hesitance to warm to him had slowly melted away. Nana remained adoring, standing as close as she dared to the crackling flames and occasionally reaching to whuffle at the man's golden hair, as though he were one of the children she had left back in the stables. Her broodmare ways were brought into question as Alaine and Zeke discussed the mare's abnormal behaviour, and after revealing his ability to share communications with her, the man expressed his with to own such a creature also. The Apothecary barely had to think of it - There were a handful of useless, untrained yearlings milling around the packlands, and some of them were Nana's own. She promised to bring him one, and plans were made for a secondary meeting.

Dusk fell quicker than expected, and with the warmth of the fowl in her stomach, the healerwoman was feeling relaxed and kindly enough. She would fret, later, about the cleverness of her decision to meet with Ezekiel de le Poer again - He with the eyes of his father and her daughter. But in the end, the decision had not been her own, but that of her children. After Odette and Elvira were fast asleep, Eli had remained awake, staring out of the bag at his half-sibling. Unable to resist his strange stare, Alaine had removed the boy from his bag, and the pup had made a beeline for the hybrid male. He had sat awkwardly on the male's legs, and while the flames crackled, eyelids fell lower and lower over staring blue eyes until finally the rigid and restless form was at peace, dozing softly in what appeared to be an intensely uncomfortable position, draped over the lap of his half-brother.

They had parted ways not long after that. She had given him rough directions with a stick-drawing in the remaining slow as to the fastest route back to Inferni, back to Gabriel, that the man could take. And then, knowing her secret was soon to be released forever, Alaine watched him melt into the shadows and disappear.

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