Tlantli, y u gotta hate Larkspur? -.-
Five months. Five months was good, Tlantli mused; fiery eyes watched the girl for only moments before turning her gaze to the sky. Salvia was worth more, more useful, with the capacity to shift forms — and the fact that she was so intelligent rose that value further. Tlantli was sure she'd make a worthwhile coyote woman out of Salvia yet, and with Eris' help (for as far as Tlantli knew, Eris saw the ignorance in her choice of reproductive partner) she would succeed in this venture. But that was why time was so important. The longer Salvia remained a child, taught by the fool of a father she was sired under, the farther away those capabilities were.
"Fahve monts. This ess very good, Salvia, very good." They weren't really words of praise, but she did feel vague pride in how her niece — if Salvia could rightfully be called such a thing — was growing. "Soon, you well be ahn ahdults. You well haft to learn smahrt choices in the world; your madre ahnd aye cahn teach you, but only you cahn truly learn." She did not mention that it was best for Salvia to ignore Larkspur's attempts at giving knowledge, as she expected Salvia to have a strong attachment to her father just as Tlantli herself did.
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