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The woman recognized her. How foolish then, that she played such a dangerous game.

When Akantha responded, even before her words fully registered within the vagabond's ears, Hemithea was shrinking back from her. Looking away. Tensing. Whatever hope she had of forging a new life here had probably gone up in smoke. Then, the question — and a flash of fangs.

At first Hemithea was too riled by the response to speak clearly; she was agitated, her tail lashing her hocks in rhythmic beats while she composed herself. Surely if Akantha knew of her, of Parthenos, she knew of the rest -- and the question therefore, became something malignant.

I did not slink, she corrected as smoothly as she could, yet there was a slight tremble in Hemithea's voice, a touch of haughty agitation. She breathed a deep inhalation of salt-laden air, eased it out through her nose, and then with her eyes closing for a moment of tired thought, added: I know what my sisters think of me, what they whisper. I could not take the mischief. I... I chose to leave. Let the Mother call to me then! If She should want me, then... then.. but she had nothing left to say, nothing she could control.

Hemithea was left to sink back in to the dark, and she clamped her mouth shut, pouting in the grey not unlike a slighted child.

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