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Eris is by Savannah!
Some of the old arrogance was still present in her presumptions, of course, but there was something more solid at her core now. Perhaps given time it would conquer all of her and still the unrest in her mind, but for now she was basking in its mere presence. Beyond that, she had effectively smoked the aggression out of herself, at least for this night. There was no desire within her to challenge Siv; she was, for the moment, secure in her place.
What kind of mother would I be if I wasn't? she said, denying the edge she wished to place in her voice. She had been bettered, that was all, and it was fitting. Would she be able to hold Salsola together on her lonesome? She wished, of course, to say yes -- desperately wished it, in fact, but sharply denied the vocalization of such a wish. Don't all parents eventually see their children exceed them? We succumb to age while they are still young. She had seen the truth of this herself -- as a child, she remembered the scarred face of her mother, but she had not remembered the sagging of her flesh, the whip thinness, and the altogether tired manner of her.
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