in the parish of space dust

Tlantli Kimaris · 01-26-2012, 12:40 PM

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The flaxen woman rolled one scarred shoulder at Salvia's dismissal at the idea, and she contented herself with the city. What changes need to happen with the barn? You know I have been... indisposed, the coyote said, choosing her words carefully. It had been more than an indisposition, of course, but Tlantli would share this knowledge with no one. Her own stone-colored brother least of all, and the child of the Auxiliary, little Boss herself? Never. As much as Tlantli liked Salvia, the honey-colored woman did not mistake the timberwolf's affection for anything close to loyalty. Perhaps she had before, but those dark months had sharpened her eyes to the same finely-hewn razor edge as her teeth.

Expansions, Miqui cut in, the word rumbling in his deep baritone voice. His Spanish was quicker than his English, and he felt comfortable with these two women, speaking in his native tongue. More stables, more corrals. More horses, maybe? The mud-colored coyote shrugged his broad shoulders, falling silent as he looked -- respectfully, and without meeting her eyes -- toward the blonde coyote riding on her own horse. Tlantli regarded Miqui with her crimson gaze, considering him. She did not know if her brother would ever return to Eterne. He seemed to be very comfortable within Salsola, and was far more comfortable here than he had ever seemed within Anathema. She knew her brother's mettle well enough to say so, at least. Few others could boast such empathy with Miqui, but perhaps it was because Tlantli had been raised with him.

The cart bumped along and Miqui directed them around a heap of an old car, which caught Tlantli's eye for the black metal and orange-red rust coating its skeleton. All other recognizable features had been burned or blasted away by time or fire. The rise of the tall buildings in downtown Halifax was still a good distance away, but even out here in suburbia one might find treasures. Tlantli peered eagerly toward the rows of completed houses looming in the distance, the end of this development wasteland.

The caramel-furred coyote cocked an ear and listened, and heard nothing but the bump and squeak of the cart as they moved. She did not wish to be ambushed by anyone else out here, though it was unlikely anyone would approach from the rear, as it had been Salvia's direction of travel. They were well-outfitted for just such a case -- Miqui was a proven fighter, and Tlantli herself could hold her own against Miqui. Salvia was, as they said, a tiger in wolf's clothing, and Tlantli did not doubt her prowess for a moment.

Tlantli is by Kitty!

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