372 → *makes whale sounds of sorrow for the horrible wait*
The middle child was distraught, and no one else was to be blamed, at least not directly. She'd settled her mind on a task and refused to budge unless it proved lethal, which seemed both melodramatic and unlikely. At her own insistence she'd discussed with Molca how she might go about creating a system of long-distance, covert communication, but the slave had quickly proved herself once more to be a dimwit, so Arte had taken to stalking about the pack lands. In her own right, the Eternity child was a Princess of sorts, cut from a finer cloth than that of your average child. According to Eris, Larkspur had magical blood, but that gave her little comfort. Thus far she had neither magic nor title to lean on.
At some point during her wandering it seemed as if Molca had grown tired of tromping after the willful child and she dismissed the woman with a gesture. Surely she would be more useful to Eris, given that her child-rearing skills weren't something to speak of in a favorable light. The weir was nearing completion, and the thought of it send the foreign warmth of pride through her stomach. It felt undue, but hadn't she helped its progress? It took longer than anticipated for the child's orange-gold eyes settled on a figure she wasn't entirely sure she knew. Most of Salsola's members were known to her simply by their distinctive faces, or because she'd been told about them. He was one such creature, but his name escaped her. After a solid minute of staring impassively, Arte's legs urged her toward the golden boy (both literally and figuratively, though she knew nothing of his graceless fall).
Like him, she had things to be doing, but the charcoal birds with filthy wings and their annoying call were enough distraction for her. Beauty wasn't everything, though. It occurred to her that maybe they were just huddled around him without a real reason, but dismissed it. Surely he had better things to do with his time than enjoy the company of squabbling crows. Approaching at a wary pace, her gaze couldn't settle on one particular thing, so wavered between the man, the birds, and the wall behind him.
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