[aw: prompt] the blackest sea

Salvia Eternity · 03-22-2012, 04:00 PM

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(531) Larkspur can go help cut stuff, but I wanted to have him come here first.

It seemed that fate had smiled upon Salsola. Magnolia had been returned to them in exchange for the odd puppy her mother had taken in. That had been a laughable deal to Salvia; it was obvious to her that Magnolia was the more valuable of the two, and the mountain pack were fools for valuing a lesser life. Of course, she hardly had time to worry about the politics of the outside world. Ten new lambs had been born, and Salvia was immensely thankful for her father’s presence. The eldest D’Angelo was well versed in the sheep, and he helped her mark them. This was a process he had begun with the flock from last summer; twin notches were cut into the mewling lamb’s ears, imitating the Hand of Eris’ extended lines.

For the past week the duo had been working in tandem, swapping off the endless duty of guarding the flock. Larkspur sometimes brought her brother, Basilaris, along. At nearly three months, he was a gangly boy that reminded Salvia of Pandemic. She favored him over her sisters because of his sex; as a male, he was more valuable to her. None of her sisters had proven themselves at all useful, remaining quiet things that showed little potential. This displeased Salvia greatly, and she often refused to visit her mother when they were around.

They had been made aware of something going on when, upon returning to the stable, both cart horses were gone. Rowan was waiting for them, and took Basilaris despite his protests. The pale girl empathized with his desire to see what the adults were doing, but knew he would only end up underfoot. Larkspur closed the gate to the sheep’s pasture. While the animals were taken out to graze in the early morning, by afternoon they were penned. After losing several animals to bold predators, they no longer allowed them to graze without supervision. At the barn they were safer; the stink of wolves kept even the boldest animals away.

Eris’ call rose above the forest, and both wolves lifted their ears to the sound. “Let’s go see what yer mother wants,” Larkspur grunted. Though his wording might have been odd to others, Salvia was used to his referral of Eris as “your mother”. It was apparent that there was a tension between her parents, but this was not a new development. The Arbiter snorted in agreement, and on their own two legs, they traveled towards the source of the call.

It was apparent they had arrived late. A group was already gathered, consisting of two slaves, Eris, Odessa, and the foreign girl, Draugr. It did not surprise Larkspur that his sister was not present; he had seen her leaving the territory with Siv, both riding northbound. They did this often, collecting odds and ends from the city and whatever sort of things women of magic did. Larkspur wasted little time in advancing towards Eris, greeting her with a lingering touch that spoke of their mateship. In public, one would hardly be able to see any friction between them. Odessa had asked the obvious question, so he remained quiet, orange eyes focused on his mate alone.

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