To dance in the fields

[Nayru]

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405 Nayru could feel Gideon’s hesitation, she could read it on the look he gave her. Encouragingly she nudged the younger one and turned back to the task at hand. Her muscles tensed and her blood colored eyes became alert, but not as alert as her nose and ears. The male voices floated over them, the words boring to Nayru who had no care for Normandy, whatever that was. Yet neither of them suspected the pups, that was what was important. Perhaps just as important was the fact Nayru recognized the signs that told her so. No swivel of the ear to indicate they had heard the rustle earth beneath the puppies’ feet. No twitch of the nose to indicate that their scent had reached the adults. Still so young but already she took the time to read others like a scholar reads a book. Conor and the stranger were relaxed and now the time was ripe. With a quick glance Nayru nodded to Gideon and led the charge, her lanky legs taking her swiftly towards the pair of grown males, her body almost soundless until she was already almost upon them. Nayru did not know much at that moment except she was as close to being a streak of pure movement, colored pure black and white, as she had ever been. Once she was near enough that she could spring them and touch them Nayru let her lungs exhale into some sort of hunting cry, the sound pure animal with only instinctive communication behind it. And then she allowed herself to topple in a heap at the feet of Conor, bracing herself in case Gideon too decided to use their alpha’s feet as a landing pad. Looking up into Conor’s lavender eyes, feeling he was too kind to do anything but laugh at her childish antics that were becoming less common, she offered only one words of explanation. "Practice." As if her own word woke her from a dream Nayru remembered herself, that she was no longer quite the child she acted like and that even with Gideon as a playmate and an excuse she was being far too silly for the virgin eyes of someone who knew her not at all. With a start of embarrassment the girl righted herself and turned towards the stranger. With a graceful and practiced bow of her head she murmured in her soft, subtle voice "Excuse me sir."

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