of weak will

Tlantli Kimaris · 05-31-2011, 10:37 PM

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It was true enough that Tlantli did not frequent regions of the territory outside of Borgata Colotl, as she preferred the solitude her spiral-shaped home offered, and so she did not realize that young Salvia preferred the grassy region of Tecolotl; the more she thought of it, she supposed that it made sense. After all, she knew the girl's father owned a horse, and she had seen the sheep he tended — more proof that he lacked her higher intelligence. Perhaps she expected that one of the Eternity offspring would also enjoy such a thing, though what a shame that it was sandy Salvia, her favorite niece.

Tlantli welcomed the nuzzle of greeting that had become a commonplace thing, returning it briefly before gazing into the younger female's chartreuse eyes. They were so similar to the black hybrid woman she saw as a sister, and it caused the Kimaris woman to smile her strangely morbid smile. It was erased by the question her niece presented. "Si. Aye ahm fine." No more was needed to be said, as Tlantli found it unnecessary to divulge her personal thoughts to one of the children, regardless of how close she felt to the child in question. "Ahnd yoursalf? You ahre well? Your spaneesh, you ahre pracessing with the slave?" Simply the slave, no use of a name and no use of terms that qualified the woman as female or even alive; to Tlantli, she wasn't, as slaves were furniture in an otherwise tedious life, for those who deserved to be lazy.

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