intoxicating insanity

Sedna had been on her way to the bay to do a spot of fishing (her stores were stocked, thanks to Fuji's industrious nature, her youngest litter were off being Archers, impossible to tie down to one place at their age), and life was... okay. Raijin hadn't been home in what felt like an age and she was getting on in years. She was terribly lonely.

The shade of the undergrowth would hide her flinch as her daughters demanding holler came to her ears, folded back against the shrillness of the summons. Fuji worried her too, all serious straight laced and duty and honour... All Archer women traits back to her great-grandmother, but not terribly evident in her own mother's line. They were a wilder sort, so she had struggled to connect with the girl in the way she had with those that left.

Fuji rarely left the bamboo unless it was on a summons for healing assistance, and Sedna worried that perhaps her remaining daughter might never find someone of her own. That worry was put to rest when her fiery eyes finally fell on the form of her smallest (if not youngest) daughter, and a smirk crossed her features. Well, if she hadn't inherited the chaos, she had certainly inherited the Archer women's typical taste in men, tall and dark, with a little hint of something else. Their scents were all over each other, and the casual contact between them didn't escape her notice. "Darlin', jus' because yer finally fucked a boy, doesn' mean I need ter meet 'im right away." There was mirth dancing in her eyes, she didn't really think Fuji had it in her, but it didn't hurt to poke and prod occasionally to see what reaction it might bring about.