08-10-2010, 04:59 AM
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The girl shook her head gently, her long bangs falling in her face. No, she did not want an exact number, she realized. What would be the point in such knowledge? Numbers held little value for the fairy child, and to keep score was not something she wished for do for neither herself nor anyone else. Nayru really only wished to know if swords were a necessity or a luxury, and this was something she would have to decide for herself. However, Saluce’s answers would help lead her to whatever conclusion she was to make, and to gather the largest amount of data possible was crucial to making an accurate judgment. Were they for sport and pleasure or for protection? Both perhaps, but their main function was debatable. It was obvious that this male was passionate about his craft, that he enjoyed creating instruments of death, but did he not take guilt in revoking others right to life? “Then it is well you are on our side rather than another.” Her gentle voice teased the older male, but there seriousness of the statement was evident. The change in Saluce’s demeanor was obvious and would have been a little disconcerting if Nayru thought too deeply on it. What darkness the warrior carried about with him was his own business. Nayru believe she would not be harmed by him and the girl was too much of a stranger to poke and prod and dig any deeper. Her crimson eyes however took in all the details of his grey face, the expressions and lack of them, down to the subtle changes of the light in his eyes. Nothing escaped her, but she said no more on the subject, unwilling to delve into his dual life, frightened by the idea that he was only two halves and not many parts fit together like she felt herself to be or one solid person as she knew the others to act. To be two solid halves seemed alarming, playing two parts and playing them perfectly was a lot of pressure. Still in her youth she still had not found a niche, and so nothing was set. Nayru was merely a blend of nature and nurture and it created a scattered and separated being, one full of questions and with very few answers, and one who did not quite know how to fill her potential, or even what that potential was. Was there one role and person she should be? Or two? Or many, as she seemed to be heading towards. The only sure thing was that she was tied to Dahlia de Mai now. That had been decided. And if Dahlian lands did call for those like Saluce again, as he said he hoped that it did not but Nayru secretly wondered if part of him wished to see battle again, what would she do? Was it true that at times peace was only won with bloodshed? Nayru knew that Cwmfen joined the ranks of the warriors, and evidently Saluce as well. Dahlia de Mai was stocked with soldiers but perhaps not as well as it could or should be. Bris’ words of the Dahlian war came back to her then. That hadn’t been the first, if Nayru understood correctly, and perhaps then it wouldn’t be the last. If the need arose Nayru wasn’t sure if she could kill for Dahlia. The idea of her wielding such a weapon was daunting and strange, but exciting at the same time. Nayru knew in her heart that she would strive to maintain peace within Dahlia de Mai by any means, though to drive a blade through another was a last resort. That skill was, in a way, counter productive. And yet still it was better to know the skill than to face off with someone else who did when she did not. “Perhaps one day you could show me how to use a sword.” It was more of a comment than a question or request, as if stating the weather. It was as if she was not asking by saying that perhaps one day he would, and like all other things that Nayru thirsted for, the knowledge would soak in and become part of her. “The basics I mean, I don’t think I am well fitted for swordsmanship.” The weapon was still heavy in her lap, and her small self would never be very large. To wield such a large weapon seemed ungainly, but perhaps something smaller. Just to have. Just in case. |