Deliver what you sold

Artemisia Eternity · 04-11-2012, 02:01 PM

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She cared little for the duty of others when it didn't intersect with her own life. Whether or not his visit would have had an impact on her—then insignificant and small—life was debatable. Unlikely at best. So far in her roughly eight months of life she hadn't let anyone impact it aside from her mother, and maybe Magnolia. She liked the silver woman because she didn't play games. Life was so much easier when she didn't feel as though a divining glass was needed to decipher every word. She was capable, of course, but it was tedious and unnecessary most of the time.

A few of the ugly birds took flight upon her arrival, and she watched as they rose higher and put distance between themselves and the dark girl. Narrowing her gaze after them, she briefly wondered if there was someone larger and more intimidating to the feathered animals behind her, but didn't check. She would know if there was anyone there, and even now she was taller than most yearlings. Upon reaching adulthood, true adulthood, she would be as tall as Larkspur himself. It heartened her to know this, even as she advanced to where the Lykoi man sat, calmly watching her. Gesturing to the disappearing creatures with a pair of fingers, Artemisia dipped her head slightly; not out of shyness or reverence, really, but because it was the right thing to do. She was sorry if her appearance was the reason they left, but not sorry enough to mention such a thing aloud. That much at least, was true. Quickly changing the direction of her attention to something more interesting than whether he approved of her chasing his companion's away, her cadmium colored eyes quickly settled on his hands, which had previously busied themselves with work, but now slowed while his attention fell to her.

If I'm bothering you, you'll tell me? She left little room for argument; if he was too busy to entertain her whims, then she would find somewhere else to linger. Turning her attention now to the remaining birds, the faint hint of a smile graced her lips. Remembering her manners, she touched the back of her head vaguely in remembrance. I'm Artemisia, Her last name would probably be known to him, so she left it out. Will they be of any great use? She wondered to herself more than him, but as always welcomed an explanation. It was always with the questions with her, or so it seemed. Perhaps she wasn't so mature as she thought she was. A two-month old questioned less than she did.

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