a secret written in the skies

Eris Eternity · 02-14-2012, 05:59 AM

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Eris is by Requiem!

The timberwolf-colored daughter beside her shifted her weight anxiously from one foot to the other. Eris had not seen Artemisia in her four-legged form since that day, which surprised the woman -- some children shifted back as quickly as strength permitted them. She had done so herself, perplexed by her strange two legs and impossibly tall form. Artemisia seemed to have no such reservations, however, and the broad-shouldered girl seemed graceful and fluid beyond her age, even despite the blocky and still young features of her body. Eris did not think this one would grow to be a willow or a curvy catch. No, Artemisia would have her father's form -- tall and thick, built for tasks of bodily strength. It was not so with Harrow, who possessed a body of slim and sharp lines, decidedly resembling Wretch in conformation. Ataxia had not yet shifted, and as with each passing day her morose attitude increased.

Though the fog was less visible in winter, it still clung low to the earth at this hour. Later, the sun would burn it off, but for now, mist drifted over Salsola's land, obscuring their distant vision. Artemisia's brilliantly orange eyes moved toward a figure in the fog, the distant form of a woman making her way toward them. Eris saw her daughter straighten and followed her gaze, seeing Lana. Her features were little more than blurs at this distance, but as she drew closer, the different shades of color in her fur became visible: smoky espresso, rich brown earth, and a pale, sandy color over her underside. The hybrid also saw, with some jealousy, the beads colored of fire and shining even in the dull morning light.

Eris stepped forward to receive her with the customary Salsolian greeting, offering a nuzzle to both the woman's cheeks before moving aside so Artemisia might do the same. Good morning, Eris purred, the tip of her tail wavering with the delivery of this verbal greeting. Shall we forgo the pleasantries and commence, or do you need to prepare? the hybrid asked. She was here for instruction, but she desired for the chestnut-haired Family member to perform to her own standards and specifications, as well.

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