down the burning ropes

Artemisia Eternity · 03-15-2012, 06:08 AM

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Her heritage had blended oddly within her; she would not, she'd guessed, grow to be the beauty her mother undoubtedly was, but maintain the sturdy, strong build of her father. Instead, she'd inherited her mother's cunning wit and sharp tongue. It only loosed itself when necessary, however, and this seemed to please the dark-haired woman whom Arte held in great respect. She admired no one more than the pack's Auxiliary and with good reason. The child already carried a ghost though, a shifting of darkness. She could not, it seem, let down her guard even when she wanted to. Terrible, horrible things would happen if she did.

A bolt of fear struck her in the moments of silence after her words, mostly concerning her use of the term Re; had she misunderstood the user, and it wasn't as she'd originally thought? That seemed painfully unlikely to her, but then again... Anything was possible. If her mother could look into a fire and see things she couldn't, it was also possible she might be confused as to the use of a foreign word. Only when he replied in kind did she dare to breathe, or relax her muscles in the slightest. Even so, she remained alert. Theirs was a feral, dangerous word, worse so amongst those they considered closer than most. The Family was a dangerous group, and she had no intentions of underestimating anyone.

He'd drawn closer, and she took the moment to eye him in full. From the glimpses she'd seen of him on the occasions she'd been awake and caring enough to come see, he hadn't changed much since her infancy—except, she noted, the garish wound on his leg. Wrinkles of displeasure threatened to form along her muzzle but she withheld them at the last moment, deciding to avert her gaze instead; had it not been a movement that might be interpreted as fear, she might've stepped away as well, but didn't. Suddenly the ground was much more interesting. She could, however, see him in peripheral vision. Sirius continued, giving reason for his sudden appearance. He was here to see her mother, of course. His glaring, violent teeth did nothing to allay her feelings of suspicion. Instead, the only hint that she'd heard him so far was that she nodded and turned her foot to head in the direction of home.

What was she supposed to say about herself that might interest him? That she was practicing her alphabet, and helping with the weir? No; that was boring. If it weren't for her lofty aspirations within the pack, she probably wouldn't have bothered with the former, but it was a necessary endeavor. At long last she deigned to cut through the pretenses of secrecy. "What would you like me to tell you?"

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