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Everything had been a whirlwind, a constant torrent of never ending events that only lead to more incidents that paved the path for more happenings, all of which she had to deal with. Ever since her rise to alpha, Nayru had found that stealing a moment for herself was nearly impossible. First there had been the gathering up of members to redefine Dahlia de Mai, or what was left of it. Then there had been the excursions to the other packs, which had nearly taken a whole week of her time. And even after returning there had been meetings, joiners, hunts. It was never ending, Nayru realized this, and even though she did not grow bitter or resentful over her duties, she did grow weary at times, although this never showed on her face.
What showed on her face now was a serene calmness, almost an inner joy, at finally finding a moment to herself. And yet, when Nayru discovered that the borders had been tended to and there was no urgent need for food and Farore was tending to the vineyards the thoughtful girl did not steal away to be in solitude as she once might have. For too long she had been missing the ebony man, and it was high time to seek him out. He had been present at the meeting, but withdrawn and it had been the first she had really seen him in weeks. Right after she had left the pack lands on her journeys and had yet to run into the boy since her return.
Gideon was where she believed she could find him. Even with Conor's abandonment and the damages to the house, Gideon remained. It was a tribute to his enduring personality, and yet Nayru half hoped he would have taken up residence somewhere else. The top floor of the large house was still uninhabitable, but their bedrooms on the first floor were mostly untouched. Yet despite that it was safe enough, the looming home left an uneasy feeling in her gut as she approached.
"Gideon." Her naturally quiet voice was even more hushed, so that the name was mostly just mouthed rather than spoken. He seemed so frail, so broken, and Nayru still did not know fully what happened. They hadn't talked, anything she knew she only knew from the whisperings of the wind. Which was nothing at all really. The fairy girl drew closer and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.
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