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Ataxia D'Angelo · 06-29-2012, 04:55 PM

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Ataxia gave a nod to her answer, as if she understood. To some extent, she did - at least the grief that might cause one to ignore everything else in favor of a distraction. She did not hold her sister's interest in reading and writing, however, though perhaps one day she would eventually take it up if it helped her other hobbies.

Her desire for knowledge of the spiritual realm wasn't driven for the sake of it. It was driven by an impulse to control everything around her, to protect herself when things went awry. There, too, was an almost unconscious lust for power that was created from these same impulses. In the back of her mind, she thought if she was high enough, no harm would come to her and she would not be pushed around by the whims of someone else who may not have her best interests at heart.

If Ataxia were more self-aware, she would realize she was driven entirely by fear. Whether this revelation would actually be helpful was yet to be seen. It would likely be a time before she came to that realization; her unconscious mind would not allow that to enter her conscious mind, yet. She might not be able to feed off others' fears and boost her ego when she became aware of her own.

"Same," she answered, which was partially true. She had spent some time arranging things in her new home and getting settled with Nagual, the rattlesnake. Still, she could have spent more time with her mother, or even the rest of Salsola, than she had.

A hint of surprise crossed her face when her sister offered to carry the basket. She opened her mouth to refuse - it wasn't at all heavy - but then reconsidered. Having Artemisia carrying the basket would give her the perfect excuse to spend some time with her without seeming too suspicious. "Very well," she said, and transferred the basket to Arte's possession. "I'm going..." Home didn't seem right in this instance, as all of Salsola was home. "...to return to my quarters. You can come with me if you like." She paused. It felt strange to offer such when, for most of their childhood, they'd been at odds. Ataxia was not sure if letting her in now was a weakness or not.

She tried not to dwell on that thought too much. The silver-haired girl turned away, not waiting for an answer, and began to walk back to her house as if she thought her sister would automatically follow. "So, what do you think of all that has happened recently?" She asked, curiosity apparent in her voice.

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