down the burning ropes

Artemisia Eternity · 03-02-2012, 05:31 PM

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The mist curled, wraith-like in it's movements, across the floor in a pattern of movement she could not discern. Later, maybe, she would have to ask her mother why it appeared only at certain times, instead of remaining. The approach of someone—or something, her wary conscience reminded her quickly—did not take long. Salsola was full of the most arcane, discreet wolves to exist, and yet the footsteps weren't muffled. She decided that if it was a person, they weren't making any effort to hide their presence. Perhaps it was her mother, come to fetch her back home. That wouldn't make sense, though. Hadn't she just left? Her vibrant orange eyes, tainted somewhat with gold, flicked toward the sound just as her king appeared. The sound he emitted reverberated against her mind like thunder, like it might come crashing around her at his whim.

Sirius was one of few she knew by name and sight without him knowing the same. Eris refused to let her wander around in absolute ignorance. Thus, she'd made a mental note to show all the correct formalities should he appear in her presence as he just had. Bowing awkwardly from the waist and kneeling down to one knee, she wondered briefly if he'd prefer she join him in her secui form, but relished the use of her thumbs far too much to suggest it. Surely, if he wished it, he would make the request. Then she would have no choice, which was slightly disheartening.

Glancing up only to momentarily study the harsh angles of his face, she wondered what percentage of his heritage consisted of coyote blood. Her mother was his second, but thoroughly disliked coyotes for a reason she did not know. Whether she would ever know, or bother to ask, was unknown. In an attempt to be clever or thoughtful in her answer to his question, she waited a moment before answering but thought of nothing witty to say. Choosing not to answer seemed unwise, so she turned her head to the side slightly in order to look in the general direction of the home she shared with her mother and two sisters. "Artemisia Eternity, Re," The latter was the only word in all the Italian world that she knew; King. From the top-most strand of her dust colored hair, to the tips of her clawed toes, she emanated Larkspur's appearance and understood without question that Sirius' question was somewhat rhetorical.

Arte hardly expected it to be her that he'd been looking for, but also it also stood to reason that he hadn't ventured out this way without some sort of compulsion. Then again, maybe he was as enthralled with the mist as she was. The thought instantly seemed foolish and childish, so she kept it to herself. Instead, she swept her hair off her forehead. "If you were looking for someone, I'd be most eager to help." She supplied hopefully. Her eagerness was not blind, though. Uselessness was not something one wanted to be labeled as, even if it was because of their too-small arms and legs that they were rendered as such. Her mind was strong and capable, though.

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