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The Crone had not started to feel hopelessness for her lack of progeny — after all, she was young, unlike the hybrid at her side and there would be years ahead for her to prove the blood of the Kimaris line was still bountiful. Her father, wonderful as she saw him to be, would never be capable of doing what his child siblings could. Tlantli would do what Metetztli couldn't, it would simply take time. The weight had not yet become apparent on the younger Kimaris female; her fiery eyes did not seek out the qualities necessary for breeding. She was not Eris, who had a clock ticking somewhere that would slowly wind down into nothing. Perhaps Eris needed to move so quickly. She was aging.
Androgynous hands rubbed at the muscles of her neck to relieve tension there, watching the dark woman with eyes that offered a mild form of affection. The word that was spoken by the sable-shaded female's lips caused the Crone to tilt her head, curious as to how she felt about the idea. Eris Eternity shared none of the blood of Tlantli Kimaris, but Tlantli had long learned that family was what you made it. She was the blood of Mantus Kimaris, yet she was the daughter of Metetztli. Eris was who she chose to be, a wolf in Eternian clothing, a shaman who seemed to hold respect of the younger and less experienced. Perhaps Momotztli did not give her the same gifts she once had, but the golden coyote saw herself as less than the Auxiliary counterpart. A handmaiden to a Queen. A solitary princess amongst a ruin of beautiful royalty. Salsola.
She laughed, gently and almost in apathy. "No. You honor yoursalf, Aye-reese. You ahre ae smahrt wo-man. You ahre ae strong wo-man. You haft raised ae smahrt daughtar. Were you less, aye would not think you family, but you ahre not less." Tlantli, the example of vainity and pride in oneself, draped a lazy arm over her knees and allowed her eyes to close. "Aye haft ae request aft you. For the cotona, the mahrk. Aye did not want to do it for mayesalf; it will be more if it ess done by you." She believed it to be that way, that if she received the Hand of Eris from Eris herself, it would have more meaning. "Ahnd then, we can do ae blessing. For you ahnd...Lahrkspare."
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