Small Figures in a Vast Expanse

Nayru · 09-18-2010, 04:20 PM

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Someone is. The gentle voice answered steadily to the stranger in the dark. Cherry eyes turned up to catch the silhouette of the male, one unknown to her but with the scent of Dahlia and Bris interlaced with his own unique scent. Even before he had spoken his scent and sounds had reached her and Nayru was well prepared to receive the unknown. In her optime form she sat in the sand, allowing the darkness to descend as the butterflies sought their nighttime shelter, debating if perhaps instead of returning home she would stay out here for the night. If less and less she returned to Conor’s house, perhaps her move would be gradual and need no explanation. Perhaps they would understand but not miss her if she became infrequent but not completely absent. Yet before she could decide whether to stay or go the male had come upon her and spoken, diverting her attention to him.

Silently she looked him over, returning the gesture of respect with a deep bow of her own head. It had been a long while since she had come across anyone in Dahlia de Mai she did not at least know of, and so his presence was unexpected but not unwelcome. The dagger crafted by Saluce was strapped to her leg, the anklet Bris had given her helped the leather straps to hold it in place, yet she did not reach for it. Instead she simply surveyed him, and then offered him a half smile and nodded beside her, indicating he could take a seat at will. I am Nayru. Angelic voice floated in the night air and the patch worked girl, almost woman now and half a month from her adult rank, began easily, as if conversation was never a hardship for her. And truly it was not, for her grace and poise had been natural attributes and her voice seemed interested and kind as she questioned the male, already knowing the answer. Are you new to Dahlia?

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