in the parish of space dust

Tlantli Kimaris · 01-22-2012, 01:14 PM

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Tlantli is by Nat!

The steady clatter of horse hooves against the ground caught Tlantli's ears, and she twisted around in her seat. Miqui also stirred, turning to look at his sister rather than behind them. The dusky male murmured to Tlantli, who shook her head sharply, listening to the beating of hoofs. She was not certain, but she thought she knew those hooves. Nevertheless, she felt rather than saw Miqui's readiness. The horses slowed, no longer urged by the motions of the male Luperci's hands, but continued onward at a more leisurely place.

Tlantli, on the other hand, did not ready herself; rather, she waited, and a familiar figure on a familiar horse soon came to her sights. The tawny woman thought this was as good an omen as any -- Salsola had sent one of the few canines she actually liked along after her. Tlantli was not sure whether to grin or grimace when she realized her folly. Salvia hadn't been sent after her to insure safety or success -- she and Miqui were but two peons of the pack. It was not as if The Crone was leaving Drifter Bay, after all.

Although there was no reverence in her niece's greeting, Tlantli returned it with a smile all the same, razor-sharp canines showing clearly against the black of her lips. And yourself, she returned, the Spanish flowing from her tongue more natural there than on Salvia's, but perhaps less earnest. We scavenge for Odessa's clinic, the woman said, continuing in her native tongue. Salsola's clinic, she corrected. The mistake and correction were altogether casual, but it was perhaps all too evident of the change within Tlantli; when she had served as the Crone, such a mistake never would have passed her tongue, no matter the language.

I thought if we did not find what we need here, the woman began, twisting back in the seat to look forward in the seat again, then back to Salvia. Maybe we can see this festival? The idea had dangled on Tlantli's mind since departing Salsola, but she dared not propose it to Miqui. Her brother would only calmly agree, regardless of what Tlantli proposed. The red-eyed woman thought Salvia would provide a much better sounding board for this idea; her mind was, after all, immeasurably sharper than Miqui's, natheless her poor parentage. Neither Tlantli nor Miqui smelled of Salsola, but Tlantli hardly thought the idea needed vocalizing to Salvia. Though the ocean bath was brief, the scents used afterward were strong, and most unfamiliar with Salsola would not be able to peg either of the coyotes for members.

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