in the parish of space dust

Salvia Eternity · 02-05-2012, 03:00 PM

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Indisposed. Salvia had been unsure of what illness had kept her aunt so detached from the rest of the Family, but she knew better than to ask. It was a breach of confidence and one she would not break, even though rank allowed such a thing. The blonde girl respected her aunt enough to grant her the secrecy expected. While Tlanti was no longer the Crone, she still commanded enough respect for the girl to honor her in that way. It would not change her loyalty to Sirius or her objection to journeying to the trade-place without disguise, but who knew? Maybe they would find something to do so.

The male spoke quickly, explaining what Salvia was already thinking. She nodded to his words. “Many of the horses are with foal,” she explained. “By spring we’ll have a whole herd of babies running around,” the girl added, snorting through her nose. “The sheep will drop lambs as well; there’s much to do before the weather gets warm.” With any luck, she would not do so alone. Her father could aid her, as could Miqui and the other members used to construction. Lilya had a good eye for such a thing, so perhaps she could be of use as well.

As the trio entered the area, Salvia sniffed the air quickly. She knew that the scents of the place were often muddled, but none were fresh in this cold air. The girl quickened her horse into a trot and moved ahead, scouting the area quickly. This method of behavior was one she was used to; once satisfied they were alone she doubled back and returned to her position at the flank of the cart.

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