11-08-2010, 01:33 PM
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300. Yup! 
Nayru-san? There was no flicker of emotion to indicate the amusement the bestowed title brought to the young girl’s heart, instead she only smiled warmly as the lady returned her bow and introduced herself. Her voice held tones that dripped of distant landscapes, far from the deciduous forests of North America, but Nayru couldn’t image what that place looked like. It was not strange for travelers to end up here, but the patch work girl couldn’t remember hearing anyone so exotic before. Others adorned themselves, Nayru herself was never without her anklet and dagger, but no one wore so fine and detailed cloth such as what Tsukiko wrapped about herself. That Nayru could tell the fair lady was from far away was nothing, if only she had the knowledge to know where she came from. Yet that Nayru did not know did not deter her.
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Tsukiko Shimazu. You smell of Dahlia, and yet I know you can’t have lived here long. How do you enjoy our home?" Our home, because it was just as much the newer woman’s as it was Nayru’s. Perhaps more so it belonged to the others than to the fairy girl. Others might own a small part of Dahlia de Mai, and to Nayru, Dahlia de Mai owned her. Very little she did was for her own pleasure, for the only satisfaction the girl really attained came from the knowledge that her actions served the members of the pack and Dahlia de Mai as a whole. The best way to serve was to know, and when Nayru spoke it was with the most reserve and respect one could manage, no one could ever say she was prying or intrusive. “Did you travel from very far before landing here?"
Nayru-san? There was no flicker of emotion to indicate the amusement the bestowed title brought to the young girl’s heart, instead she only smiled warmly as the lady returned her bow and introduced herself. Her voice held tones that dripped of distant landscapes, far from the deciduous forests of North America, but Nayru couldn’t image what that place looked like. It was not strange for travelers to end up here, but the patch work girl couldn’t remember hearing anyone so exotic before. Others adorned themselves, Nayru herself was never without her anklet and dagger, but no one wore so fine and detailed cloth such as what Tsukiko wrapped about herself. That Nayru could tell the fair lady was from far away was nothing, if only she had the knowledge to know where she came from. Yet that Nayru did not know did not deter her.
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Tsukiko Shimazu. You smell of Dahlia, and yet I know you can’t have lived here long. How do you enjoy our home?" Our home, because it was just as much the newer woman’s as it was Nayru’s. Perhaps more so it belonged to the others than to the fairy girl. Others might own a small part of Dahlia de Mai, and to Nayru, Dahlia de Mai owned her. Very little she did was for her own pleasure, for the only satisfaction the girl really attained came from the knowledge that her actions served the members of the pack and Dahlia de Mai as a whole. The best way to serve was to know, and when Nayru spoke it was with the most reserve and respect one could manage, no one could ever say she was prying or intrusive. “Did you travel from very far before landing here?"
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