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Eris could definitely try that at some point, if you're willing. Mushrooms might help. c: Yay for psychedelic drugs helping in trauma recovery, lol. Also, ppish of Salvia?
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The dark woman gave a jerk of surprise as Salvia appeared, seemingly from nowhere. Eris had not realized her daughter was following along, Wretch's littermate and as adult as the pallid woman before her. The sable coyote's tail twitched a few times, her ears falling half-mast as she watched Salvia snarl, her anger more than apparent to Eris. So hurt was she, Eris considered unleashing all of Salvia's rage on the pale daughter there. Whether her timberwolf daughter would obey was not so questionable, but the raven-hued coyote nonetheless considered the consequences of such actions and found them too heavy to bear.
The hybrid stepped forward and put a hand to Salvia's shoulder, aiming to steady her daughter's rage. Let her explain this, at least, my dearest, she said, her voice dropped to loving whisper when addressing her loyal daughter. Eris then remained quiet as the pale woman spoke, peering with that half-stale curiosity. Eris appeared deathly tired, just barely able to raise herself to any level of interest for Wretch as she spoke. The hurt still churned in her belly, but she listened, nonetheless. The hybrid was strangely silent after the pale woman ceased speaking, regarding her with sharp yellow-green eyes. She recalled Dahlia de Mai, and she recalled the weakness that had infected it, as well. The same weakness had helped shape her daughter.
You were born in the caves of Anathema, and there you lived with us, the coyote said, simply enough. You remember nothing of this? the dark woman demanded, seemingly disbelieving the paler canine. Still, her hand stayed with Salvia, steadying her. There was anger within Eris, but it was dulled by the sharp hurt of being forgotten. At least her pied daughter was here to abate some of this hurt, her rage and anger proving her loyalty and love for the coal-furred woman, who looked to her tiger daughter with approval and admiration both in her chartreuse eyes.
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