On the line for all to see

Salvia Eternity · 09-06-2012, 09:24 AM

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The shock of it had gone almost as quickly as it came. Salvia was, by birth and by nature, a creature that lacked the emotional connection to truly allow grief or worry. She approached this change with caution but without true fear. They had not rebelled when she had first come, nor would they now—and while she could see that the faithless fled, she did not let it weigh on her mind. Those worthy of this place would stay. In time she would reward them, but who needed to know this? It did no good to keep a man ensnared by gold. Loyalty born of bribery was not one she sought, though its cousin in debt was a fair thing to use.

This sort of manipulation was not beneath her, and while she lacked the ability to truly come off as sympathetic, she spoke with such tact that it did not seem to matter. Sirius had given her this gift above all others, just as her father had given her his unwavering and unromantic lessons in life. So hardened by these teachers was she that the thick ring of frost around her heart could be seen in eyes a color closer to summer grass. It chilled the edges of them, turned them sharp and uncompromising—unreadable—as if winter had swept in early and captured the color of a warmer season within itself.

Those eyes now fell upon the sight of a rust and earth colored woman hanging clothes upon a line. As she did not wear anything (save the cloak, which was now tucked away in a box of traveling gear) the ritual seemed unnecessary and tedious. She did, however, find the woman far more interesting. Sirius had taken a great liking to her (as he seemed to take with all pretty things) and she did not fail to recognize that charm for what it was.

Two legged as she was, Salvia strolled from the edge of the dilapidated homes and towards the lake as if it was her true intention. She had fashioned a crude lock for Sirius’ chamber, sealing inside his goods left behind that she had not taken as her own. Even if he did not return, she wished to give the place time to clear. It was not her’s to take; he had two sons, after all, and she sorely hoped one of them might return to this place. Until then the lock would remain and the key, hanging from a chain about her neck, would go into the chest that she had moved into her own domicile. She drew short of the flapping clothes and regarded them with mild interest. “How often do you need to do this?” Salvia asked, though her eyes did not yet go to the woman.

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