Recycled Air

Nayru · 01-03-2011, 02:20 PM

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yesh. seems like a natural ending spot. SSWM: 631

Ghita still tried to explain herself, but Nayru had no children nor any desire for them. Simply she accepted the fact that Ghita and her felt differently just then and because of that, they would think differently too. At times this would be unavoidable and Nayru chose not to make an issue of it. The fairy girl only bowed her head and Ghita's words, taking them in and then letting them go. Nayru thought of Range and Melee and tried to see if she felt the motherly instincts for them. She loved them, she wanted to feed and protect them. Perhaps more so than the other children of Dahlia de Mai. Yet she was not their mother, she did not worry endlessly or needlessly or at all really. They were safe, and even when they ventured out they came back. As she had at their age.

A smile spread on Nayru's lips as Ghita spoke of the lands and beaches and whether Nayru had seen any. The girl didn't lie directly to anyone, even if she did not always offer up information immediately. Nodding, she thought of the day her and Aro had combed through Crimson Dreams, avoiding the manor as that was where others were likely to be and they had, Nayru recalled, been avoiding his parents. "Yes, Aro has showed me around some. Your home is very beautiful.” Not to the beaches, as Dahlia de Mai had beaches, just as most the packs and clans in the area clung to the shore and had beaches. Rather they had lingered at the mouth of the cave for a long time, for Nayru had never been inside one and still hadn't. "We went to the cave, but we didn't go inside. We didn't have a light.” And though a wolf's night vision was perhaps better than some other animals, under the earth where no light shone through it really didn't make a difference.

Nayru listened as Ghita spoke of her children, and again the difference between a mother's love and ordinary love was clear. One could tell the woman took pride in her pups and in her abilities of rearing and raising them, and Nayru thought this proper. Perhaps she couldn't relate, but she did approve. It was good for the puppies to have someone like her, for them to have parents and older siblings and such a strong and secure pack about them. The puppies in Dahlia de Mai had much the same social supports, but the guardians weren't always biological and Nayru still hadn't decided if that made any difference in one's development or not. Neither her nor Gideon were sorry for their childhood, and she didn’t think Range or Melee would be either.

As Ghita took the book from Nayru the girl wasn't sure what to do with her hands, but Ghita's fingers quickly covered her own. For a moment she was surprised at the small embrace, but it wasn't unpleasant and Nayru's smile was genuinely warm as she looked up into Ghita's face. "The pleasure is mine, and surely our paths will cross again. Goodbye Ghita Marino.” Nayru's characteristically soft voice was even quieter, as she struggled with the surge of warmth that Ghita's touch had inspired. That the woman was willing to be kind, despite hardly knowing Nayru and the past tensions that the fairy girl's presence had caused for the woman, had been unexpected but Nayru was glad to be at peace with her. And with anyone. The girl did not make enemies, nor did she wish to, and she was glad that she no longer had to wonder or fear what Aro's parents, or at least his mother, thought of her. Dipping her head low she pulled away, heading north, back to her home.

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