down the burning ropes

Artemisia Eternity · 02-29-2012, 11:32 PM

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332 → Preferably someone she'd know, but anyone in Salsola is welcome!

Artemisia had spent a majority of the day running back and forth between her mother's side, and kneeling in a bed of trampled grass to watch the fluttering of birds that hadn't gone south. Only when the waning light of day warned her that it was time to return home and eat did she do so, noting with quiet disdain that her father was absent. Evening without her asking, Eris seemed intent on sating her hunger for knowledge, telling her that Larkspur had been helping out today with the barn expansion. Had he not been her father, she most certainly would have been driven insane with jealousy at his ability to help where she could not. At only eight months, she was typically regarded as useless when it came to large things, and so spent most of her time with menial tasks.

The man from whom she took her entire build—most of her physical attributes, really—returned shortly after dinner, explaining with a peculiar mirthless tone that he'd lost track of time despite the obvious lack of light left in the day. She paid little mind to his excuse, and instead excused herself from the presence of her parents and siblings. With a sideways glance upon her exit, the dark girl enviously studied the girly faces of her two sisters, and thought to go and look at her own reflection in her mother's motorcycle mirror, but then decided against it. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to start thinking her head was full of vanity and nothing else.

Slipping out into the night to admire Borgata Colotl, she noted both the clear dark sky, and the brooding mist that was spreading along the floor; it was almost so think that she couldn't distinguish her feet from the underbrush. Due to her persistent vigilance however, the girl would come to no harm by her own clumsiness, and picked over crumbled rocks that would surely send her sprawling to the ground.

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