Salvia’s eyes were close to her mother’s, but one would notice they were at the same time very different. She lacked the yellowish hue of the Lykoi, harking back in appearance to a dead man. Wisdom also was not present in her gaze, but there was a savage cleverness that was almost feline in its way. She smiled that pretty smile for her beloved aunt. While she truly did love and admire those she considered kin, Tlanti also represented something more desired—power.
“Si, Tía Tlanti. Habla más rápido que yo, por lo que a veces es difícil.” Salvia admitted with a frown, unhappy at her presumed lack of speed in picking up the language. Given her lack of time with learning it, though, she was moving remarkably fast. While not quite fluent, and not able to pronounce words as a native speaker might, she was well-versed. Though, she had learned something very interesting. “Gato de la mamá habla español también!” The girl practically yelped, her excitement showing in one puppy hop that settled into a frantically wagging tail.
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