the colors of the mad and the wicked

Eris Eternity · 01-12-2012, 12:50 AM

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Sunflower Sunsets

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Eris is by Alaine!

The evening cold gnawed at the dark woman's flesh, but her supple white leather dress and thick fur coat kept her warm enough. She was thankful for Siv's presence within Salsola, if only because the dark woman had given her such a magnificent gift as this white thing which she now wore. Her pregnancy's fat still clung to her and the dress was a tight fit, but she would shrink and it would become more appropriate to her form. Even now, however, the dress appeared perfectly made for her. The dark woman had expostulated with herself several times reasons against accepting Siv to Salsola upon first meeting her; however, she could now find no reason to have denied the silver-tinged woman entry to the pack. On the contrary, Eris was rather thankful she had the foresight to overlook her initial misgivings regarding the dark woman.

The dark woman strode from Salsola purposefully, as she always did. Her ending destination was yet unknown, but the dark woman wished to pass by Inferni and their northerly mountain neighbors. The southern packs rarely concerned Eris. All were far enough away from Salsola to pose no threat, and their distance also made any sort of friendly relations an unnecessary hassle, no matter what benefits friendship granted. Even by horseback it might take one days to reach AniWaya or Crimson Dreams. What was the use, then, in maintaining anything more than neutrality? Molcaxitl led the dusty Trader horse, which Eris was seated upon, by a long rope. The slave-girl was mute, as always, but as they walked, Eris spoke to her on occasion.

Their conversation, mundane as it was, related to Salsola and Eris's current stores of various goods. Molcaxitl rattled off numbers and projected rates of use as if she were a born accountant, displaying a particular aptitude for numerical calculations Eris had yet to realize. The dark woman herself had no comprehension whatsoever of math or numbers; such sciences were an utter mystery to her. After a brief exchange, the dark woman fell silent, and the slave, accustomed to speaking only when spoken to, said no more. The tawny slave simply held the horse's lead rope in her hand, meandering along silently. Eris was capable of riding by herself, albeit in a rudimentary fashion, but she wished Molcaxitl to accompany her, and having the slave direct the horse saved her the trouble of actually riding.

Before them, a great flat land, now devoid of sunflowers, rolled outward through the wastes. Great dead stalks were strewn about the ground, yellowed and withered. They crunched steadily beneath the horse's hooves as the pair and horse moved forward. A small murder of crows alighted into the sky as the coyote hybrids and horse passed. They flapped their wings, darting into the gloomy and gray sky with loud cawing noises of annoyance. The dark woman's chartreuse eyes followed them, and she squinted, looking to the pale spot in the clouds, where the sun lurked. She did not comment on the weather to Molcaxitl; they were both well-accustomed to the cold and overcast climate of Nova Scotia, and she did not find it necessary to comment on such mundane things normally, let alone to her slave. The tawny coyote leading the horse shivered and pressed herself tightly within her pelt wrap.

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