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Eris is by Kiri!
The dark-hued woman rarely traveled outside of Salsola. There was little reason to do so -- virtually every need was sated by the pack. Eris had remembered, however, in the calm thought provided by her newfound happiness -- she had a job. Her job's specific duties entailed prowling the outlands and seeking those who would make good flesh and filler within the ranks of her pack. There was a vague sense of embarrassment within Eris; she did not know how she could have allowed such a thing to leave her head, and could provide only the excuse of heartbreak and deep-set hurt.
That had left her, though. It had happened faster than she could have imagined. Smiling to herself as she looked down at the chestnut shoulders of Horse, the dark-hued woman knew the cause of such happiness and named it Pandemic. It would be so good to draw him to the forefront of the next Supper and announce to all of Salsola -- and irrevocably, for she was the Crone and fit to make such judgements of mateship within the pack -- their union. She contemplated it idly as she rode the horse east, having no particular direction.
She had a bag of things strapped to the rear of her saddle -- secured, of course, by the Tarat slave rather than Eris herself, for she did not trust her fingers to securely tie the knots holding the bag in place -- and was also keen-eyed to find trade. The summer season meant long travelers, and she hoped to perhaps find some rarity traveled far northward from Eterne or even parts further south. It was not her luck, however, to find a trader -- as she passed the first of the wild-growth sunflowers, the dark-hued woman inhaled sharply and perceived a scent.
Slowing Horse considerably, the woman stretched tall in her saddle and peered with sharp yellow-green eyes. She had only a small knife, but she was not so far from Salsola that the chestnut mare could not carry her safely home. Pressing onward, she had just decided to ignore and attempt to bypass the scent entirely when the figure of a horse standing amongst the sunflowers entered her vision. She soon saw the figures standing close at hand, and stilled her mount entirely, peering at them with curiosity. One seemed to be engaged in the act of attempting to eat the flowers, and the other was simply watching her. Eris perceived after a moment that it was not eating the first was engaged in, but speaking. She herself stared now, perplexed by this action as well as her silent watcher.
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