Got a gypsy soul to blame

Eris Eternity · 02-21-2012, 06:34 AM

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Eris is by me!

The rocky Borgata Tenzotli was not a place the sable-hued hybrid frequented. She used this space almost exclusively for rituals, and while she would not enforce the concept of "hallowed ground" upon her fellow Salsolians, she tried not to tread here outside of spiritual business. However, the hybrid had not missed this territory's most striking feature: the large, jutting boulders. Eris pointed out rocks of suitable size and Khirot, Darijus, and the Gjalda slave lifted them into the cart. Miqui sat in the cart, reins in hand, awaiting the completion of loading. This was only their first trip, and the cart was full after this rock. Though there were two strong horses attached to the cart, Eris did not wish to test the weight limitations of the construction and wood. It was a long way to the planned space of the weir, after all.

The dark woman called an immediate halt to their progress when the first howl sounded, though she soon discerned its meaning -- a sweet and feminine voice, summoning Magnolia? It bespoke a sister or her mother, one of the women Magnolia had left behind upon attaining a new family. The coyote therefore did not think the matter required her immediate attendance -- Magnolia, if about, was sure to answer this call, and if not, another of her large pack would certainly heed the summons and call for Eris in turn, if necessary. They were halfway to the weir, Miqui and Eris seated in the cart and the slaves walking beside in a messy line, when the second howl sounded. Miqui stopped the cart and his leader leaped nimbly out, a decision she immediately regretted as a sparkle of pain glittered in her leg.

Grimacing, the sable hybrid nonetheless continued onward toward the Pictou at a faster pace than the cart, and soon arrived upon the pair of woman upon her border. She offered a smile to Magnolia, and an appraising look -- but no more -- to the other canine. The coyote did not see the similarity between this one and Magnolia, and Eris's first thought was that she'd been mistaken about the howl's originator. Not family, after all? she pondered, though she spoke to Magnolia quickly enough. What can I do for you? she said, pointedly peering at the gray Confidant as not to acknowledge the outsider yet.

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