blood and rust

*Eos* · November 17, 2014, 03:55 AM

The naiad knew the rise and fall of the tides better than most. If she did not know, she was quick to learn and to adapt to changes. When the dark-furred female mentioned the Mother Sea, however, Eos frowned in response and cast her gaze towards the earth. “No, but I will learn,” she cast in response, flicking her sea-colored optics back to the wiry wolf’s nose. It did not seem as though her answer was met with much concern, however. Almost before she could finish her sentence, the yellow-eyed waif beckoned Eos into the pack land with a task set in mind. Without so much as another word on the subject of the Mother Sea, the naiad trailed after the figure of the inky and ash-colored wolf. Her ears were drawn forward so that she could catch the instructions that fell from the gaunt creature’s dark lips. They did not seem to waste much time when taking in fresh blood. This was something that Eos could admire in their culture.
A list of aquatic plants was issued to the long-legged female. Eos was familiar with only two of the types of seaweed that had been listed. She was quite fond of strap kelp for only one reason; that particular brand of plant life could be found – more commonly – attached to the jutting rocks where waves crashed most frequently. Eos was certain that her task would not be so easily completed on her own, but she was confident in her knowledge and her abilities, so she did not speak up to object. “I will begin right away,” she remarked with a slow dipping of her skull and accompanied by the length of her ears flattening to her cranium. “I am familiar with both strap kelp and witches’ hair, though I know almost nothing of red ribbon or where I could search for it,” she added after a moment of silence.