(323) Mel please smack me if any of this is wrong. 
/apprehensive sie is apprehensive
Draugr is by Requiem!
The pale eyed wolfdog listened with rapt attention to her mother's words. Though the words themselves did not make sense, she listened for their undercurrent, the deeper meaning beyond the simple words. Language could not convey the things her mother knew and understood; the greatest writers could never even hope to do so. The thing her mother called was older and deeper than words. Draugr's deepest feeling was one of disappointment. Princesses were better -- what use were princes, and why should she remember her father's face? Mother was her deity.
All the same, with the tall woman's motion, Dra hesitated. Her pale eyes studied her mother, and then Ataxia, and then the horse. Her contemplative moment was brief, and she stepped forward. Calm washed over her as she neared her mother, as if warmth and radiance beamed down on her. For Draugr, the realest thing about these rituals was this tall and strong woman. There were no truer gods for the young wolfdog. As she stepped forward to receive the blade from her mother, her face betrayed no emotion. Now was not the time for smiles and knowing looks. Personal kindnesses between mother and daughter were not for this realm of seriousness and spirituality.
Her hand reached out to receive the blade. With it in hand, the woody-hued hybrid walked toward the horse, holding it down and almost flat against her leg as she drew near. The feral animal was half-dozing on his feet, but even so, as the wolfdog made her way forward, he drew up a little, and even made to lay his ears against his head. The silver-streaked woman laid a hand against the horse's shoulder and murmured soothing words to the animal, drawing it back into drugged calm. Her pale eyes lingered on her mother and Ataxia, awaiting command. Though her role was important, it was not her place to lead.
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