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01-27-2016, 01:57 AM
belladonna, in italian a beautiful lady; in english a deadly poison.
Even with her – admittedly minimal – efforts to try and seem less threatening, the pale vixen is nervous and unsteady around her. Normally she would have soaked in that delightful concoction of emotion, dwelling in it a little longer – perhaps even poking and prodding, finding the soft spots and vulnerabilities of the snowy girl to further amuse herself. But she is still a mother at heart, and the girl is a child. Two natures inside herself warring for dominance, for her concern for the child’s legs is only further proof of the fact that she somehow cares. It didn’t hurt that she was her son’s friend either, which won her some points in the Lakota-won’t-kill-you department.
“We have all the time in the world,” she assured, softening her voice as the child excused herself quietly. “Don’t hesitate if you need a break.” Lakota would burn the world to ash and cinders if Murtagh were ever harmed in such a way, disfigured and kept from expanding on all that life had to offer him. She held no lasting affection for the pale dove, but she knew that few children deserved the hand she’d clearly been dealt. Children like Lakota, perhaps. But not Erthe. Even Lakota could admit to that, with her sour disposition.
The children bumbled ahead, as children were wont to do, and Lakota trailed behind them quietly. She had nothing else to do with her day, after all. Spending time with her son and his friend was hardly a hardship, for she loved her child more than words could ever express. Of course, Erthe was there to distract and enamor him, but Lakota didn’t mind. In some ways it was beneficial all around – if her cynicism ever decided to rest. It fostered ties between the Falls and the Edge, in an odd sort of way, but it was also a relief to see her son getting out and making friends. Lakota would do anything to make sure his childhood was as opposite from her own as she could manage, and friends were definitely part of that equation.
Aodaun growled softly at the foal for his cheek, but lime eyes were bright with amusement as the bear swiped idly at the exuberant babe. Lakota smiled at their antics, glad she’d been the one to happen across them – even if she’d maybe given Erthe a bit of a heart attack.
Lakota
the Poisoner
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