(374) if liliy jogs eris's memory sufficiently, she'd prolly be able to point liliy in the direction of inferni for silas. maybe PM anna and ask to OOCly assume a visit? C: either way, eri knows nada of anatoliy, but maggie and denver both might? :c
Life had a funny way of dashing to pieces one's best-laid plans. Eris had experienced this herself in seeing the hole in her girl-child's stomach, the broken piece that would surely be the end of poor Shibboleth. For now, the girl labored on underground, unable to begin the socialization processes with her siblings, unable to begin to explore the outside world. Fits of shaking overtook the baby every now and again, and Eris could no longer stand to look at her. This was why she had left the den, left the girl. She half-hoped Shibboleth would pass into twilight while she was away. She would not blame Molca -- there was nothing the slave might have done to prevent such a thing from occurring. It was as destined as anything else in the world.
This woman had been delivered to her, the sable hybrid had no doubt. She was of the same name and blood as their Janos; it was his eyes she saw reflected in this tawny girl, though Eris thought they were too close in age to be father and daughter. Brother and sister was entirely possible; the resemblance was now unmistakable to The Auxiliary, who took such a thing as a sign that Liliya was meant to walk amongst the Salsolians. She very nearly regretted enslaving the girl's mother, but what was done could not be undone, and Eris did think it was possible for Liliya to own her mother one day. Such an arrangement might be strange -- parents usually enslaved children, where Eris was from -- but it was not unthinkable. If Liliy owned her mother, then not even Verusha could pose a threat to herself.
Thank you. We chose it for its seclusion, but it has its rough beauty, I agree, the coyote said, nodding her head. The river does have fish, yes, but it provides an important border for us, too, she pointed out, sharing this gem of wisdom easily enough. It was, after all, readily apparent information regarding Salsola. Its usefulness, however, might pass those unused to natural borders and the need to keep them very secure. We'll cross here, the hybrid said, trotting into a particularly shallow stretch of the river.
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