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Salvia Eternity · 11-14-2011, 05:24 PM

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Not sure if you have a plan, so I had Sal bring a horse :>

While she often travelled with four legs, Salvia was a creature of habit. Habit was what kept her training even though Tlanti had grown too sick to participate. Pandemic had picked up her role easily, though he was busy and talking of some grand plans that she did not find herself a part of. Still, it was good—her brother needed to become a more talented creature. He could not rely on his size alone to get him through life.

Her own size had changed some, she had realized. Salvia boasted the body of a woman now, though she lacked the supple softness found in her mother and the others. She was broad shouldered, broad-hipped, and made of sharp definition hidden by thick, tawny colored fur. Sections of it had begun to darken for the winter, though Salvia was glad her hair still held onto summer’s golden colors. It would no doubt soon become the brown hue she saw in her pelt, but she would survive. The scabs on her face were nearly healed too. That damn coyote had done a number on her face, though it would not scar. Wisteria had fixed her up well enough to prevent such a thing.

Mounted atop her father's horse, Salvia traveled quickly through the landscape. She had completed her practice early in the day, and now rode for the pleasure of it. The young woman slowed only when she came upon the newest member of the pack, as well as the newly completed dock. Had she done all that by herself? Riding nearly to the base of the structure, Salvia admired the wooden thing plainly. “You work fast,” she complimented, surprisingly honest for once.

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