08-13-2010, 07:02 PM
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The older male grabbed her then and naturally she was startled, her heart pounding harder than ever. Yet fear still eluded her, her young mind simply accepted the fact that Saluce Trembley had her by the throat and there was very little she could do about it. Nayru had long ago convinced herself that there was nothing to fear within Dahlian borders, and even at Saluce’s unexpected attack she could not shake this belief. The girl didn’t think he would harm her, and the precise control he exerted upon her throat proved that theory to be correct, and so she did not struggle or make any sound. Instead she could only stare up at him, crimson eyes hard at her mistreatment, anger and hurt filling the gaps where fear should have been. The message was not lost on her, it could have been someone else, anyone else, and then she would have been in real danger. The black splotched girl knew that, had known that, but this had just been practice. Nayru wouldn’t have attempted to attack anyone else, or if she had, surely it wouldn’t have been a fellow Dahlian. How could she be expected to throw away the loyalties she had recently discovered to be so strong? To drive a blade towards any of them, into any of them, was nearly unthinkable, even if it meant her life over their’s. Her life was their’s, it belonged to them, and if they saw fit to end it… Who in the pack would force that choice upon her? Nayru still did not think the situation would arise; her innocence and naive trust in the pack overpowered the knowledge of free will by the individuals within the pack. Stepping back from the male, his dagger poised in her hand as if he might advance on her again, she moved backwards, not taking her watchful eyes from the male. Nayru did not think he would come at her, she only did this to show him he could not. Once returning to the table, she set the dagger down and wordlessly turned her back on the warrior, exiting the forge as unannounced as she had entered it. Outside in the sunlight again she collapsed against the building, touching her neck where the male’s stronger hands had been moments before. Nayru thought then that Conor or Bris might be angry to hear of Saluce’s hard lessons with her, but she wouldn’t mention it. The fairy child had asked the warrior to teach her, and he had done so in the manner he felt suitable. Yet she had only meant that she wanted to know how to handle the dagger, and in a way she felt betrayed. Silently she sat there stewing, hurt that Saluce would play such a dirty trick, act truly as an enemy after she had been lulled into friendship. Well, he was still Dahlian so she could not fear him, but he showed her perhaps better than King had that she didn’t have to trust them. Nayru could devote herself to them, love them, protect them, but she didn’t have trust them. |