12-28-2010, 01:09 AM
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His scent was thicker than ever and Nayru's sharp, expert eyes swept the terrain for any other subtle sign of the male's presence. A presence that had been missing from Dahlia de Mai for quite some time. Hibernal had passed without the male there, and how long was it before then that he had left them? Nayru didn't know, she had been seeing less and less of Saluce as her training turned solo, him tweaking her technique rarely now and only checking in every so often. And every so often became less frequent, then not at all. And Nayru hadn't noticed the male missing until Hibernal. He hadn’t been there that night, and as she scouted the whole of Dahlia de Mai like the diligent Wahrer she was there was no fresh scent of him anywhere. Yet there was some scent and it was this the fairy-girl laboriously tracked outside of the pack land and up into the Dampwoods.
Just as he must have she circled wide to avoid coming anywhere near Inferni and ended up in Musquodoboit Valley. The scent of him hung heavy in the air now, and it was near to the small river running the length of the valley that she slowed her pace, which was already rather slow for the two legged lady. Tracking was not a quick business, unless it had to be, but Nayru was in no rush. Sooner or later she would find him, she had never failed to find someone she looked for yet, and she didn’t think he had gotten far just yet. And she was right, because soon his form was before her, facing away from her, sitting, staring off at what Nayru's eyes couldn’t make out. Slowly, on near silent steps she came up behind him. Nine yards separated them, six yards then, and finally three then only one and a half. She could see all the details of him now, so clearly, so close, but if she reached out she wouldn't touch him.
Soft ebony lips parted to speak, but something inside her hesitated. Breaking the silence seemed a sin just then and only warm air escaped Nayru, rising up in a puff and dissipating into the Decemeber air. Eyes the color of blood stared at him, wondering why he was here and not there. At home. Maybe she didn’t want to know. Finding other deserters of Dahlia de Mai had been for fun only, it had never bothered her a bit because when she returned her whole family was there, Conor, Bris, Gideon and the others. Saluce was an other and if she turned back now he wouldn't be there, he would still be here. One more step forward and the snow crunched underfoot, the first loud step she had taken since she spotted him. Then her voice, soft as was her nature but seemingly loud in the near silence of the day. "Saluce?"
His scent was thicker than ever and Nayru's sharp, expert eyes swept the terrain for any other subtle sign of the male's presence. A presence that had been missing from Dahlia de Mai for quite some time. Hibernal had passed without the male there, and how long was it before then that he had left them? Nayru didn't know, she had been seeing less and less of Saluce as her training turned solo, him tweaking her technique rarely now and only checking in every so often. And every so often became less frequent, then not at all. And Nayru hadn't noticed the male missing until Hibernal. He hadn’t been there that night, and as she scouted the whole of Dahlia de Mai like the diligent Wahrer she was there was no fresh scent of him anywhere. Yet there was some scent and it was this the fairy-girl laboriously tracked outside of the pack land and up into the Dampwoods.
Just as he must have she circled wide to avoid coming anywhere near Inferni and ended up in Musquodoboit Valley. The scent of him hung heavy in the air now, and it was near to the small river running the length of the valley that she slowed her pace, which was already rather slow for the two legged lady. Tracking was not a quick business, unless it had to be, but Nayru was in no rush. Sooner or later she would find him, she had never failed to find someone she looked for yet, and she didn’t think he had gotten far just yet. And she was right, because soon his form was before her, facing away from her, sitting, staring off at what Nayru's eyes couldn’t make out. Slowly, on near silent steps she came up behind him. Nine yards separated them, six yards then, and finally three then only one and a half. She could see all the details of him now, so clearly, so close, but if she reached out she wouldn't touch him.
Soft ebony lips parted to speak, but something inside her hesitated. Breaking the silence seemed a sin just then and only warm air escaped Nayru, rising up in a puff and dissipating into the Decemeber air. Eyes the color of blood stared at him, wondering why he was here and not there. At home. Maybe she didn’t want to know. Finding other deserters of Dahlia de Mai had been for fun only, it had never bothered her a bit because when she returned her whole family was there, Conor, Bris, Gideon and the others. Saluce was an other and if she turned back now he wouldn't be there, he would still be here. One more step forward and the snow crunched underfoot, the first loud step she had taken since she spotted him. Then her voice, soft as was her nature but seemingly loud in the near silence of the day. "Saluce?"
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