09-30-2010, 02:29 PM
[html]
[/html]
417. Nayru is NO FUN. ever.
Nayru moved along beside him then, simply complying with the male’s desire to walk and talk. A she had given herself fully to Larkspur when he had taken her under his wing, so she did with Saluce, waiting patiently for directions or release from his shadow. It seemed however that he simply wished to continue conversing and so Nayru moved along, a step behind him, and soaked in his words, her own angelic voice barely audible as usual when she did speak. “You do not seem so old Saluce, what three, four years at most?” Truly a year was short and three of them not much longer in the grand scheme, though it seemed ironic that her, who had not even hit one year, could say as much. Yet Nayru knew that the Luperci could live much longer, and that Saluce suffered from pains now cast a sad shadow for him in the future.
As he spoke she rolled her joints, fresh and unpained, and wondered it truly training would devastate them so. Nayru did not doubt that there would be more stress upon her body, but she was not built as Saluce. Her frame was small and thin, her step light and fast, and her bones would not suffer the fate of support weight such as Saluce’s. Even if the aches came, she would just suffer them silently. Nayru knew, if anything, how to be silent. A ghost at times even, present among the Dahlians but just out of earshot or eye sight, and so often did she exist as this and they never knew. Nayru smiled to herself, a private smile, knowing better than anyone that she could endure most anything without a word of protest or complaint.
Nayru’s crimson eyes narrowed a bit, the terminology Saluce used to poke fun at himself was unfamiliar to her. Pansy was a flower, she knew, and so did he mean he was delicate like one? She did not match his smile or laughter, though she knew that she could have. In most social situations she would play the part, laugh when expected, smooth all paths, and she was perfectly capable of molding and monitoring those situations, but with Saluce she did have to. With Dahlians she knew well enough she could be herself, and so in her simple and serious tone, so sweet and soft, she simply murmured. “You know there are plants we could collect to help with your joints, ease the aches if you wished.”
Nayru moved along beside him then, simply complying with the male’s desire to walk and talk. A she had given herself fully to Larkspur when he had taken her under his wing, so she did with Saluce, waiting patiently for directions or release from his shadow. It seemed however that he simply wished to continue conversing and so Nayru moved along, a step behind him, and soaked in his words, her own angelic voice barely audible as usual when she did speak. “You do not seem so old Saluce, what three, four years at most?” Truly a year was short and three of them not much longer in the grand scheme, though it seemed ironic that her, who had not even hit one year, could say as much. Yet Nayru knew that the Luperci could live much longer, and that Saluce suffered from pains now cast a sad shadow for him in the future.
As he spoke she rolled her joints, fresh and unpained, and wondered it truly training would devastate them so. Nayru did not doubt that there would be more stress upon her body, but she was not built as Saluce. Her frame was small and thin, her step light and fast, and her bones would not suffer the fate of support weight such as Saluce’s. Even if the aches came, she would just suffer them silently. Nayru knew, if anything, how to be silent. A ghost at times even, present among the Dahlians but just out of earshot or eye sight, and so often did she exist as this and they never knew. Nayru smiled to herself, a private smile, knowing better than anyone that she could endure most anything without a word of protest or complaint.
Nayru’s crimson eyes narrowed a bit, the terminology Saluce used to poke fun at himself was unfamiliar to her. Pansy was a flower, she knew, and so did he mean he was delicate like one? She did not match his smile or laughter, though she knew that she could have. In most social situations she would play the part, laugh when expected, smooth all paths, and she was perfectly capable of molding and monitoring those situations, but with Saluce she did have to. With Dahlians she knew well enough she could be herself, and so in her simple and serious tone, so sweet and soft, she simply murmured. “You know there are plants we could collect to help with your joints, ease the aches if you wished.”
table by kahilli