New possibilities

Eris Eternity · 11-25-2011, 08:25 AM

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<3 No worries. :3

Eris is by me!

The dark coyote marveled at the lightness of the younger woman; she weighed practically nothing at all, and the darker hybrid exerted no energy in helping her to her feet. Eris did not think it worthy of comment, however, and only smiled at the golden-yellow woman, squeezing her hand gently in reassurance. I know. You have strength enough to bear it, my sister, she said, sweetly. That no shared blood ran between their veins mattered little. In Salsola, they were mother and child, sisters, cousins, and then some -- deeper family than blood could begin to portray.

Even before Salsola, however, the dark-hued hybrid had been connected with this Kimaris family. She had believed herself to be Astaroth's daughter, sharing his pelt coloration and at least some coyote heritage. Looking back, she seemed much the fool for believing it: wolfish Eris, barely a coyote in appearance. She had never found a place within Eterne for that reason, and it was almost embarrassing to know she had believed such obvious trickery from her supposed "father." Still, she had been young, and maybe part of her did realize it, too. Who would want to acknowledge such a lie? She had, in the end -- inadvertantly, but she had.

The dark woman led the way to her home. The walk was brief, and the sable-hued coyote picked her way through the stones, knowing she must walk in the ghostly remnants of some great hall. Her own living quarters were not so fancy -- she passed beneath the stick draped over her entryway, chartreuse eyes sparing the gleaming ram's skull a sparing glance. She paused a moment to offer a finger to Sandalio. The owl eyed the finger a moment, tilting his head to the left. Eris stroked at his chest; the bird tolerated this a moment, and then shuffled off, hunkering his head down beneath his shoulders to show his displeasure.

Silly bird. He's not so good a companion -- doesn't like to be touched much. He does wonderfully for keeping the pest populations down, though, The Auxiliary offered to her companion, shrugging an indifferent shoulder. She moved into her public receiving area, waving a hand at the stones around the firepit to indicate Xochime might choose her seat. The sable hybrid shuffled about with her preparations, deciding to start a fire first. She bent at the firepit a few long minutes, and then shuffled over to the wall with the little alcoves, pulling the obsidian knife and a few other minor supplies from their various cubbyholes. She laid these items out on the ground before the fire, surveying them a moment before seating herself next to the flame-colored woman.

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