of weak will

Salvia Eternity · 05-31-2011, 09:09 PM

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Politics were peculiar things to the girl. She was old enough to understand them in many ways, but not all the subtleties that came with them. Without a doubt, Sirius was in charge. Everyone, even her mother, bowed to him. Eris was not far behind, though, and below her the oddly quiet blonde man and her aunt. Her father shared an important job with others, but it had become apparent he was not a favorite by any means. Salvia found this upsetting. She loved her father very much and did not grasp why the adults thought he was less important and less smart. Larkspur, when he spoke to her in their secret tongue, was eloquent and filled with fantastic tales of the mountain called Khalif. These stories invoked fear and respect into his daughter, who believed without a doubt the three gods of her bloodline were very real.

“I always come here,” she said with a pretty smile, closing the distance between them and rubbing her face against her aunt’s in the greeting she had learned. Settling back onto the grass, fluffy tail curled around one haunch, Salvia looked hard at the coyote woman’s face and read the tension there. She was not able to do this on everyone, but it was not hard given just how distressed the Crone was. “Are you okay?” The girl asked quietly, keeping her usual sharp-tongued tone out of this question. Had it been anyone else (save Sirius) she would have likely come off as cruel, for this was almost a weakness in their odd new culture.

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