mall-caps;letter-spacing:4px;">THE SPARK OF DAWNShe never forgot that many she encountered in her new world did not speak the fast tongue of Eterne, and she expected even less to speak the holy language of the Atototzli. It left her some privacy, even in the open air with open ears, and it was what she spoke as she berated him his intelligence — or lack thereof. It didn't surprise her to hear him ask if that meant no, his eyes narrowing as he sat with the slender glass bottle of champagne. Her grimace persisted. "Aye ahm glad not all beasts ahre so stupid ahs you," she spat, golden tail slicing through the air in a distinct motion of disgust. The carbonated liquid sprayed as he removed the cork. She snorted.
Salsola offered her a haven from the world, and now she realized why she loved her secret home so much. Wolves, creatures like Larkspur and this animal before her, were unintelligent beasts no suitable to her presence. Had she know this before, she might have fought Metetztli to stay in Eterne; of course, then she would not have had the opportunity to make her father proud. The petite shamaness tapped her bicep with two fingers. "Whaye ahre you where othars must suffer your ignorance? The stupid should be kept away from the public."
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