08-30-2010, 11:57 AM
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500. RAWR.
Her figure stayed still as the man approached, although her ears had caught his footfalls and her nose his scent long before the masculine voice ever greeted her. When he did come into sight she turned, slowly and considered him, her crimson eyes taking in the bundle in his hands, her nose detecting the smell of another upon his pelt. Nayru neither smiled nor frowned; the fairy child only nodded her head beside him in a silent offer of seating and turned her attention back to the ocean below before her own soft voice broke the silence. “Morning Saluce.” Whether it was a good morning or not was still up in the air. There was good and bad in every morning, just as there was in every soul and Nayru knew that to be true now. Knew even if it was still true that there was worth in everyone, there were also flaws and faults and there was no escaping this.
It had been a little less than a month since she had last seen the male and the memories of that meeting still lingered. If Nayru wished she could conjure up the feelings of his hard hands about her throat, his criticism at her failing to actually attack him. A Dahlian. As if she would even harm one of her own. Yet he had not meant her harm or hurt, she knew that, and she had not avoided the male the past weeks, their paths had just not crossed for any reason. Her lack of warmth had nothing to do with hurt feelings—there were none—her silence was only due to the meditative state that held her. The colors of the day were beginning to paint the sky: streaks of yellow and orange breaking over the horizon, a soft pink clinging desperately to the point where water met sky. Her own cherry eyes took this in; she consumed the colors and felt at peace with them.
Once the fiery ball was halfway visible she broke off from the view, remembering the male who had joined her and turned to offer him a half smile. Her eyes met his and there was nothing but silent contemplation as she addressed him, the gentle music of her voice almost lost in the loud crash of the waves beneath them. “You are out quiet early.” A simple observation or perhaps just friendly chatter, Nayru wasn’t sure but she felt that the male wasn’t here to simply sit in silence with her. “The mornings are particularly lovely here, although one has to look east to see the sun. Thankfully there’s nothing blocking our view from up here .” Nayru knew that the sun's set rather than its rise was breathtaking here and the ravine or the shores of whisper beach had more splendor in the morning hours, but Nereid was her own place and even if she had to turn her neck, she preferred to watch from the cliffs than from anywhere else.
Her figure stayed still as the man approached, although her ears had caught his footfalls and her nose his scent long before the masculine voice ever greeted her. When he did come into sight she turned, slowly and considered him, her crimson eyes taking in the bundle in his hands, her nose detecting the smell of another upon his pelt. Nayru neither smiled nor frowned; the fairy child only nodded her head beside him in a silent offer of seating and turned her attention back to the ocean below before her own soft voice broke the silence. “Morning Saluce.” Whether it was a good morning or not was still up in the air. There was good and bad in every morning, just as there was in every soul and Nayru knew that to be true now. Knew even if it was still true that there was worth in everyone, there were also flaws and faults and there was no escaping this.
It had been a little less than a month since she had last seen the male and the memories of that meeting still lingered. If Nayru wished she could conjure up the feelings of his hard hands about her throat, his criticism at her failing to actually attack him. A Dahlian. As if she would even harm one of her own. Yet he had not meant her harm or hurt, she knew that, and she had not avoided the male the past weeks, their paths had just not crossed for any reason. Her lack of warmth had nothing to do with hurt feelings—there were none—her silence was only due to the meditative state that held her. The colors of the day were beginning to paint the sky: streaks of yellow and orange breaking over the horizon, a soft pink clinging desperately to the point where water met sky. Her own cherry eyes took this in; she consumed the colors and felt at peace with them.
Once the fiery ball was halfway visible she broke off from the view, remembering the male who had joined her and turned to offer him a half smile. Her eyes met his and there was nothing but silent contemplation as she addressed him, the gentle music of her voice almost lost in the loud crash of the waves beneath them. “You are out quiet early.” A simple observation or perhaps just friendly chatter, Nayru wasn’t sure but she felt that the male wasn’t here to simply sit in silence with her. “The mornings are particularly lovely here, although one has to look east to see the sun. Thankfully there’s nothing blocking our view from up here .” Nayru knew that the sun's set rather than its rise was breathtaking here and the ravine or the shores of whisper beach had more splendor in the morning hours, but Nereid was her own place and even if she had to turn her neck, she preferred to watch from the cliffs than from anywhere else.
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