313 GO INADVERTANT GIANT JERK ERIS? will make edits if prefer not 8D
Eris is by Nat!
We'll go there and make sure you're set up, alright? the woman said, smiling. Perhaps she could summon a slave if there was anything truly laborious needed done, but the dark-hued woman was quite capable and quite willing of ascertaining her daughter's basic comfort in Salsola. Though her inclinations toward Pandemic were different, she was nothing but motherly toward her daughters -- perhaps owing to Eris's sexuality or simply Pandemic's striking resemblance to his father.
There was still an element of delusion to it, as though Pandemic had magically transcended the category Harrow, Ataxia, and Salvia -- did Wretch even count anymore? She had never returned home. The thought struck her without warning, and the dark-hued woman shoved it away, instead focusing on the petty material things she'd brought with her in the hopes of starting Harrow's life in Salsola over again.
Just a few things to help you get settled, the woman said, turning the bag around. She opened it and proceeded to pull out a carefully folded winter elk pelt. She could not recall just where she'd gotten it. It was as likely a creature hunted by Larkspur himself as something she'd plucked from the communal storage. It did not matter much, in any case, and the dark woman held it out for Harrow's inspection without unfolding it. Some candles, too, and a bit of oil for your scent.
The dark-hued woman pulled another bit of leather from the bag. This she unfolded and fluffed out. We won the war -- if you could call it that, the hybrid said absently, almost dismissively. You received none of the spoils, though, the woman said, brushing a bit of ash from the shoulder of the cloak. Although finely made, there were patches of gray and spots of dull rusty red in one corner.
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