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Nayru smiled at the girl, Clover Lykoi, with her manners polite and unassuming. The ebony and ivory girl was aware that Clover probably didn’t intend on spending much time chit chatting at the borders with a stranger. That certainly hadn’t been why she had come, yet Nayru had little else to do just then and she lingered there, eating up the energy that Clover had brought with her. Those who came to the borders were different than those who dwelled inside the pack, and it was not just their behaviors, the tone of their voices. They were different. Something inside them was different, although the difference was not a perverse one. Their life force was simply made of blood, different experiences and Nayru could sense that. Nayru relished in it.
So rarely did she actually greet anyone at the borders, and it was even sporadic the time she got to bask in the energy of her own pack mates, the girl could go days on end with no contact at all. That was all by choice, and Nayru did not regret any of it, but she held Clover’s gaze, because if it broke off then Clover might leave and Nayru was absorbed in her just then. There was little else to gain from her by simply staring, and again Nayru’s gentle voice offered up a question. Because questions were meant to be answered and Clover probably wouldn’t leave until some answer had been given. “What is it like to live in Inferni?”
In the back of her mind a childish voice, her childish voice asked the same question. And then answer that Razekiel had given her many months ago came back. Nayru held onto this answer, ready to compare it to the new one. Did she remember the Inferni male’s answer differently than what he had really gave her? And did Razekiel see out of different eyes than Clover? More importantly, would Nayru see their home all skewed and slanted, or would she see Inferni as it really was, if she ever to ever show up on their door? That would displease many, and she had no reason to, no pretense of giving books to a boy and no formal business either. She would stay here and await information from the outside. She was patient, as was clear the way she pleasantly awaited Clover’s response.
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