in the parish of space dust

Salvia Eternity · 02-14-2012, 05:00 PM

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The wolf had an interest in humans but only to a point; they had produced trinkets and used skills that were previously unheard of to their brethren. Now, with years of intelligence passed down through the virus’ growth and mutation, prodigies came forth in most unusual ways. Salvia was among them; she was terribly intelligent and this was due largely in part to the skepticism she followed and the way she had been raised. By doubting everything—her parents, her leaders, her faith—the girl had been able to form the basis for a mind that did not know the word hypothesis but lived by its meaning. Had she any interaction with the realms of science, she might have found her world very different.

As it stood, though, Salvia had no patience for reading or writing and only an ear and a tongue that worked with this great skill. She was fluent in three languages and nearing a forth; Rowan had begun teaching her French over the last year and its similarity to Spanish allowed for an easy advancement. This was an advantage for trips like the one she had made to Freetown; with a careful ear she could make out a swindler or find a man worthy of trade. Next time she would focus on these things.

Her own feet moved towards the back of the house, and it was here she found a larger room. Wooden cabinets formed a half-squared border both top and bottom, and a central island made up the majority of this space. A secondary door was located in this room, and Salvia tested it gingerly. This one pulled inward, revealing a backyard overgrown…save for an interesting shape she recognized as familiar to their own storage shed.

Before she made to advance, though, she began investigating the other cabinets. Ruined plastic objects and harsh smells drew her away from a section under a yellowish stone indentation, and continued her search. A few cast-iron pans were pulled out and placed on the central area, and Salvia regarded and dismissed a set of rusting knives. She was knocking aside old plastic containers of dead leaves when Tlanti’s voice and shadow crossed her vision. “Not much in here,” she admitted, though motioned to the pans. “I think there’s a storage area out there, though,” the girl motioned to the door and the fenced realm beyond.

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