Nayru let one of the bottles fall from her hand when she heard the call. It was specifically for her, which was not the usual type of call she answered on the borders for rarely did anyone who called out call for her. Liliana was the only friend from another pack who visited, and she had just been through Dahlia de Mai. The voice that called surely wasn’t the Aniwaya female’s, it was deep and masculine and familiar… Smiling she picked the tall bottle back up and placed it in her sack with the others. After Niro had told her how the vodka had messed with his head she was more curious about the stuff than ever. The girl didn’t know where to get vodka, but felt that wine would do just as well and Dahlia de Mai had a surplus of it. She had gone to St. Pepin’s to gather some of the wine to take back to her own home, so that in private she could experiment with the effects of alcohol. Picking up the sack which held three bottles of the stuff she exited the cellar and emerged into the winter sunshine, turning south towards the borders.
It did not take very long at all for the two legged lady to reach him, and striding forward the smile she wore was warm and genuine. Aro! This is a pleasant surprise. Liliana’s visit had not surprised her, and even though she had met with Aro’s parents both rather recently the boy had slipped from her mind. She had been busy with inter-pack relations, her new rank as head hunter, and her never ending training and reading and learning. Although Jazper had come recently, a little more than two weeks before, she had not expected his son. Aro seemed busy recently, he had not been in Crimson Dreams the last time she visited and from how his parents spoke it did not surprise Nayru. Yet he was here and she was glad to see him.
Striding up she noted then how very different he looked. At their last meeting their bodies had grown to their full height, almost adults, but the transformation had not quite been complete. Aro had been large then, but now he was hulking, his boyish frame filled out with the muscles of a man. And his face, it seemed older too, even if he had just passed his one year mark. Nayru wondered if she looked any different, and although she perhaps had a more womanly face and shape in her optime form, she remained short and slender as she had in her youth, ever a fairy. How are you my friend? It has been a while. She smiled, her crimson eyes falling on the flower he held then back up to his face, still clutching her sack of red and white liquids.
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