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Nayru titled her head slightly as the man spoke, her brain racing along behind his words, trying to decipher just what he meant. Her head was no bigger than her body, yet she knew instinctively he had not meant physical attributes. The girl believed that she understood, he was calling her wise for her age, despite the confusing way in which he phrased it so. She smiled and dipped her head to the compliment, again thinking of Cwmfen and how she seemed to have absorbed Nayru’s flattery so gracefully. Nayru knew she was not so very wise, there was much to learn and she was hunger to consume all the knowledge she could, but she was pleased to have this man think that she had potential. Although with the disappearance of the white lady Nayru thought less about her role and reason in the world, she still strived to fill her potential. When the time came, she would have to be ready, for whatever happened.
Razekiel. Nayru spoke the name slow and deliberate, practicing the sounds in her soft whispery voice. His too was a good name, and although she knew names were only labels she smiled again as he told her that Nayru was a pretty name. Mother had done well naming the girls, but her mother had done well in all aspects that Nayru could recall. There were no hurt feelings between them and if Nayru ever saw her again she would tell her so. And thank her for the name. And when Farore and Din came, for she was sure they would come someday, she would ask them if they liked their names, their labels, as much as she had grown to like her’s. Did Razekiel like his name? Nayru thought of asking, but as he seemed slow to answer her original question. The black splotched child decided to wait, storing the question away with all the others that she carried with her constantly.
He said she was close to enemy territory, and Nayru understood that he meant Inferni, but he did not seem hostile with his words. He meant them as only a warning, not a threat. With her sweet voice and solemn red eyes she answered Razekiel. Oh, I have no enemies. And it was true, although when she spoke she thought of King and his arrogance and how ill and uneasy his energy had made her feel. Nayru let King slip from her mind; they were not enemies, only opposites, and Nayru would much rather focus on this coyote, who was, as he had said, sitting. His answer had not quelled her curiosity as her sharp eyes followed the trail of smoke again. Returning her gaze to the strange face that was adorned with glasses she exhaled, readying herself for the inquisition she was about to perform and hoping that she did not overwhelm him. Why are you breathing that stuff? And what is on your face? And why are you sitting here? Am I interrupting? After the words were exhausted she looked up sheepishly and thumped her tail twice against the ground.
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