sing songs that remind you of the good times [samael]
When his scorching gaze narrowed at her, she felt a flash of aggression trip up her spine. Who was he to judge her? A short breath was taken, praying for calm. Indignation flew from his jaws in the form of scathing inquiries. "What makes you so certain she is blessed? Why only her? are Darya and Dominika not as blessed?" A long breath was taken in, eyes sliding shut. Patience, Lirika. He is still lacking in years, still hot headed with youth. Her eyes would flutter open, and she fixed him with a hard look. She couldn't consider what brought this on, nor could she consider vengeance upon him for blasphemy. It was not quite blasphemy, not yet.
"You misunderstand my words, Mr. Morningstar." She began softly, trying to cut the edge from her voice. He did not need mothering. "Divo is blessed of Svarog, the father god. It is her pale coat and two toned eyes that mark her as his child, his chosen." Yet still she sought to keep her tone gentle, simply explaining herself. He did not intend to offend, right? Or perhaps he did. That possibility kept her from complete calm. She thought for a moment, wondered if she should keep her mouth shut now. The shaman would be able to determine who favoured them, if at all. "Darya and Dominika are docile, but they are pure. Children of Lelia, goddess of the spring, are often born with such gentle dispositions." That may have been too much. Would the gods be angry at her assumptions?
Now he laughed at her, for daring to worry over her daughters. Hackles bristled, only momentarily. The gentle nudge of his snout beneath her chin was a balm upon her nerves. "I've got them covered, We will wait for you, though soon we must move from the pass with summer coming it will become dangerous. Likely I will move them to the forests below or to the holy place up north. By summer we may traverse to Auster for it's winter, If I've not yet set up permanent residence in the area. Should that happen they will be held within my pack lands and you shall be welcomed to join us as well."
Such aspirations! She hummed thoughtfully, and bobbed her head in acknowledgement. "I trust you, Mr. Morningstar." She got to her feet, shaking the snow from her pristine pelt. "I had better depart now, I must pay homage to Morskoy before I cast out. I will return soon, should my body choose not to fail me." She smiled shyly at him. He had expressed his distaste for her religion already, and she hated to mention it yet again. A deep breath, and she prayed not to forget this scent. Crisp air and the soft aroma of her younglings all around her. She would see them again, she was sure of it. The nagging fear in her chest was simply the gods reminding her of the dangers brought by hubris.
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