Oh bb :>
There was much that was different about this Salsola, but Siv recognized rules and standards that suited her. While there was an obvious line drawn between those who led and those who followed, she had seen that power was respected—and spiritual power, too, had cause. Rumors had whispered of their previous Crone, a woman Siv had not seen yet, growing ill. Perhaps, then, she had come here at just the right time. It would require patience, first, but she was a woman that knew how to play the game. Over eagerness would be seen in a poor light. Weaving a web would take time.
A suggestive smile graced her face at the mention of a bed, though the idea was not a bad one. Eventually, she would find the right to claim a home, and when she did it would need to be stocked and prepared. Her daughter was young yet, but in a month’s time she would be running and doing everything in her power to frighten her mother to death.
“That would be lovely,” she replied, and looked up to him cooly. “But come, let us see what you need. Are these the only tools you carry?” Already, she was figuring how best to weight the leather, and how best to replace this crude and ugly thing.
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