08-10-2010, 06:38 PM
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And then the question that Nayru asked herself constantly came forth from the male’s lips and Nayru pursed her lips as if to prepare for the words that would tumble out if she let herself speak all her thoughts. There were so many things that intrigued the girl, plants, other animals, reading and writing, and now these weapons had sparked something as well. It was impossible to tell where her heart would ultimately land when it jerked in so many different directions. Nayru knew better than to assume it would land on any one subject and the girl wasn’t about to limit herself either. Nor did she believe her specialty or specialties had to define her. All these things only came together to create her whole being and she would use each aspect to the best of her ability, it was the only way. Finally her gentle voice echoed in the know quiet shop. “I want to serve Dahlia, that’s all.” That had been it all along, hadn’t it? The white lady of her dreams had always told her so, and as a child she had accepted the older wolf’s words without question, despite the fact that nothing about the lady was tangible or solid. Now Nayru knew this was truly her purpose, but just how she would serve Dahlia de Mai still eluded her. The black splotched girl felt she was too young to answer any more definite than that and so she simply smiled and shrugged, indicating that that answer would have to do for the male, whether he was looking for more or not. More would come, later. The answer would probably come after the actions, after Nayru was settled into her niche, and then she would be able to declare it out loud, for now all her potential just floated before her, waiting to be grabbed and gobbled up. As he pulled out the dagger her eyes watched, following his movement. Smaller swords then, yes daggers. Nayru hadn’t even considered them, but such a tool would indeed be useful, even if a warrior she was not meant to be. If she followed her path to plants it could be a tool of cutting and chopping and mixing tinctures and medicines. If she was the diplomat it would serve as personal protection as she went from pack to pack, encountering whatever came her way. And even if no great job lay in store for her, it would be there, by her side, should ever a need arise. There was always the possibility she would take the lives of others, delivering death with her blood colored eyes looking on, but the option wouldn’t be there if she passed up any chances. Saluce was an apportunity now and one Nayru intended to make the most of. Suddenly she did wish to possess one, know how to use it and use it well. A delicate weapon for a delicate woman indeed. Offering back the sword her eyes danced upon the dagger, a silent request to exchange the weapons. She wanted to hold the tiny blade in her hand, feel the weight of it, the way the handle felt if she wrapped her hands around the handle. “Teach me. I want to learn.” Her request couldn’t have been more simply stated. |