Word Count → 403 — You definitely did. <3 Tlantli's pro-coyote/anti-Larkspur speech makes it so hard to spell check this post. >.> I apologize for any improper words.
Tlantli never stopped to think that perhaps, if she had never left Eterne, she may not have spoken the common language of her new family in Salsola. She was not a scholar, rather a theologian and warrior, and linguistics were not her forte. It was so much easier to speak with the body than learn the words of another culture. Her English came from the sailors and pirates and merchants of the disgusting streets of Barbados, and it was flawed, bogged down with the remains of a Spanish heritage. Perhaps when she returned to the ruins of Eterne, a Queen in her own right, there would be no need for the language she had learned outside of its boundaries.
She allowed herself to laugh upon Eris' declaration of the junglecat's opinion, for they both of them new that Tlantli herself was far younger than the dark hybrid, only just passing the mark into fertile womanhood; this didn't stop her from holding higher maturity, however, a maturity that didn't show as Eris began to speak on her fool of a lover. The coyote's face twisted into a golden grimace. Oh, yes, he fed the children. That was all he was useful for, brute strength — and it seemed he was useful for other things as well. Her head turned toward the dark hybrid upon the words of family. She had an entire family around her, but Tlantli felt certain she did not speak of the adults.
"Aye do not undarstahnd whaye you keep ahp with him. He ess a fool, useless. Aye cahn do jus what he cahn; it ess not hard to provide for ae fahmily. You were the daughter aft Astaroth Kimaris, Aye-reese, you should be proud aft that fact, not spending your naights lying with ahn ahnimal." Hot air was snorted out of her nose, a notion of distaste as she allowed herself to fall back upon the earth near the edges of the fire. "Lahrkspare ess not the best choice for your fahmily. Find someone smahrter, less useless; you ahre Queen nao, ahnd you still cahvorte with the peasants." Speaking of Larkspur in such a way did not bother Tlantli in the slightest, though she was unsure of how Eris would feel; Larkspur was no higher ranked than she, regardless of a relationship with the Auxiliary. The golden coyote felt superior, both intellectually and socially — her voice merely echoed this knowledge.
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