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Ianthe didn't bother to hide the disgusted face she pulled at the mention of the stallion who had apparently attached himself to Saang in her absence. What made her even more disgusted was that she agreed with the bastard. "Of course not, it's just not done," she huffed, blowing a strand of wet...

Ianthe wasn't sure if it was her head still clinging to the last fragments of her iron illness or if she truly was different but the change between forms felt... strange. It came more naturally, like shrugging into an old coat. There was no physical twist of magic she could feel just a rightness...

The kelpie bared her teeth at his insult. "I can walk in a straight line, I'm choosing not to," if she had been in her horse form her ears would have been pinned firmly back though it was only in part due to his insinuation she wasn't well enough still. Her foul mood could also partly be...

Ianthe was a truly terrible patient for the next few days. She complained endlessly: she was too hot, too cold, hungry, sick, bored, tired. It seemed no matter what Saang did or offered to help her feel better she made as much fuss as she could over it. Seaweed and kelp tea were hurled at...

His words faded in and out, weaving like a river through the fever-fog of her mind. Some distant part of her understood their meaning and the weight of them but she couldn't think on it in that moment. She was just so cold. Her teeth chattered despite her efforts to keep her jaw clamped tight...

Ianthe opened her eye again and then sighed. He had the look on his face he often got when he decided to care too much about something, which in turn meant he wouldn't let this go until she'd done what he thought was best for her. On weak, shaking arms she pushed herself up then took the offered...

Ianthe had slipped into a fever-dream whilst Saang was gone. The faint sounds of revelry outside wound their way inside her mind and added to the flashes of images her mind concocted to torment her. Chasing, chasing... was she chasing someone or something? She tried to ask one kelpie but they...

"Throw them back to the sea of course," Sorelia blew out a ring of smoke. "So the one it is destined for might find it."

Someone had passed Sorelia a pipe whilst the boys had been gone and from the sweet smell that wafted in the air it definitely wasn't kelp. "Really?" Her eyebrow cocked as she looked at exactly where the most detail was then to Sevir with a shake of the head. The kelpie stallion didn't even...

Sevir patted the satchel that sat on the rock beside him. "Now, if you're ready," he all but purred. When Saang didn't protest, he waved the Lord in to cavern he had completed his second and third trial in, indicating for him to lay down upon the stone slab. Once settled, the inker began.

Sorelia nodded to his request though made no moves to do so right that moment. Tonight was one of celebrations and her own clan, the concerns of Saangs loftier dreams not at all as pressing to her as drinking and fucking the night away. At his last proposal she gave a delight clap of her hands...

Surprise flickered across the Matriarchs face. "That's unheard of," Sevir spoke up before Sorelia could open her mouth. He had stood up from where he perched and now crossed his arms across his chest as though to keep them from doing something he might regret. The muscle ticking in his jaw...

"Do you think us civilised?" Sorelia laughed at the very idea and then took another sip of the dark liquor in her goblet. When her lips came away from it they looked a lot more red than any wine had a business of causing. She licked the droplets off with slow, savouring precision. "We are the...

Sevir seemed to tense at the suggestion but Sorelia merely smiled. Taking her time in replying, she instead took her own bit of jerky and began to rip it the shreds, popping smaller, bite-sized chunks into her mouth. After an age, she spoke. "There was a time, many moons ago, where a Southern...

"Suggesting we're not safe suggests an enemy. An enemy that should be wiped out," Sorelia sipped at her wine, her eyes still lazily tracing the dancers on the beach. Sevir perched upon one of the craggy rocks, not quite comfortable sitting down in his Matriarchs presence. A soldier through and...