Colors across the sky.

Nayru · 08-18-2011, 11:20 AM

[html]

OOC:Sorry for the wait dear!
Word Count:533

The excitement and energy of the autumn festival and mateship ceremony had clung to Nayru for some days. The woman hadn't tried to shake it, nor had she tried to keep it, but it persisted like the smell of the bonfire clinging to her coat. At night it kept her from falling into slumber and in the morning it rose her early. She would sit up and turn to Gideon, who more often than not was still fast asleep. Closely she inspected him for some change, some tangible sign that the energy she felt had affected him. She could find none. Then she could analyze herself, wondering if the energy had changed her. It hadn't. Aside from the awkward day, and then the awkward night, they had joined themselves together, Nayru could see no difference in how they felt or acted. Slowly, day by day, the energy lost some of it's force until the day turned into nothing more than a good memory. Life was as it was before, the only difference being that Gideon and Nayru had finally put a label on what they felt. And yet, Nayru wondered if it shouldn't be something more also.

And so it was that Nayru walked about the lands with yet another title to her. Mate to Gideon. Wife Saul had called it. Nayru knew herself not to be a wife, because that term was foreign to her, but name the others put upon it, she now was one of them. Yet this did not affect her, for she still moved with the near silent steps and cat like speed that had always been characteristic of her. Nor did it affect her thoughts, which had reverted perhaps even to the steady and stable wavelength they had been on before the move. She felt more herself once again. And it was simply herself, making rounds about the pack lands for the evening that stumbled upon Melee. The girl was alone, and Nayru was pleased to find her so. Nayru, ever the watchful and receptive being she was, had seen the strain and unhappiness that had accompanied Melee's face the day of the mateship ceremony. This had trouble Nayru, but ever since the girl had been elusive to her and so Nayru had had to put aside the thought. Now she had caught the younger one by herself and the slick woman had no qualms about taking the opportunity.

Coming up behind her, Nayru spoke louder than usual but for her it meant only reaching a quiet-to-normal speaking volume. "Good evening Melee." Her intention was to announce her presence, in case Melee hadn’t caught her scent or the barely audible sounds of the footfalls her small body made. Grown, Melee both was taller and larger than the tiny Nayru herself, but the growth had come so slowly and Nayru had been there to witness it all that it was hardly surprising when Nayru stood next to the girl and seemed dwarfed by her. "Would you mind terribly if I joined you?" Her voice dropped back to it's cool whisper, but now, standing near to Melee, the girl would know to catch the quiet words of the woman.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?