I pulled off your wings and I laughed

Siv Helsi · 08-26-2012, 11:58 AM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Location: The Gardens, SL Date: 28 July (fordated) Weather: Clear Time: Afternoon			Hildr Yvette

(411) They probably just arrived a little bit ago; also assuming A LOT but figured this would work? D: I SUCK SORRY

Returning to Salsola was only further proof that she had been visited by a god.

Siv would not have thought this if the signs were not there. She was a woman hardened by doubt and silence, and her faith had been tempered by such things. But that man…and now, to see that the Thistle King had gone from their home…oh there was something in the way of magic to whisper in her ear and fill her with cold and thunderous need for manifest destiny.

She would not have been so certain of things if not for her intuition. It would be weeks before she began showing, but she knew and this knowledge pleased her. Beyond that, she had done far better in the south than she had expected.

All of her goods had been sold or traded away, and she was completely restocked with things she needed. Dyes and oils, a new sharpening stone, even a copper basin that would make boiling far easier than she had imagined. Beyond these useful things were instead items of vanity. A mass of candles of various colors and makes, sweet-smelling incense, fine cloth that now decorated her home. These tapestries were thick and well-made, and would certainly help keep the cold out when winter came.

She had procured bits of jewelry and goods for her daughter and these remained in a fine furry bag, which to her well-trained eye saw the fine craft. It was various bits of rabbit fur and stitched and sewn together, and this mottled, square-shaped design was pleasing to the eye. Draugr would like it, Siv had reasoned, because it was the sort of quaint elegance that suited her daughter.

For now, though, Siv was seeking a more immediate problem. Gale had been taken under-wing during her time gone and Yvette, nervous thing she was, had managed to stay out of trouble during the trip. If this was kept up, Siv was hopeful the girl would simply grow into a position—what could be better than a slave who had been raised as a slave? Eris—no, Salvia’s—woman, the coyote, she was proof of this. Obedient, fearful, thankful.

The golden girl was perched between her legs, held with one strong hand. Hildr traveled easily towards where Draugr had spoken of working with the man, and Siv was curious to see how he managed without his daughter. Certainly he hadn’t left; there was too much goodness in him for that.

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