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Head lower she moved up the stream, back towards the springs. Her thoughts had turned to Melee and Range, who were growing quickly. Whenever she saw them it seemed they had sprouted since the last time, double sometimes in size and certainly intelligence. Gideon had been doing a great job with them, and Nayru couldn’t help but be proud of both him and the pups he raised, although why she should be proud of any accomplishment not her own she wasn't sure. So immersed with these thoughts that although she heard the footfalls she did not think to look up, although subconsciously she knew a new scent was suddenly on the wind she did not think to look up. It was only when the voice broke through her own inner monologue did she consider looking up.
Head snapped up and ruby eyes were quick to discover the figure of a light coated girl before her. The small short, black patched girl inhaled sharply, to analyze the scents that clung to the fur of the other. Smiling, Nayru knew who the other was right away, although she did not look familiar to the fairy girl. Saul had looked familiar, or almost familiar, and Nayru thought back to the last time she had seen all of Gideon's siblings. Before Drey had taken them off to who knew where, she had only been glad then that Gideon had decided to stay as he was the only pup she bonded with. It seemed so long ago she scarcely remembered Drey coming to Dahlia de Mai at all, she couldn't recall the face of Ascher either. Gideon had told her that Ascher and Shiloh too had returned, but she had yet to run into either of them.
"Hello there." Her voice was soft, barely louder than the sound of the running stream beside them. The girl was hardly as big as her brother Gideon had grown to be, but even so few were as short or slender as Nayru, who still seemed to retain a lot of her innocence as well as smallness despite being fully grown finally. For a long moment she only regarded Shiloh, trying to remember all Gideon had told her, but there really was nothing to give the pixie any idea of the being Shiloh really was. He had only told her that she had returned, and that now all the siblings were together again. Considering Saul and Gideon's dispositions Shiloh was likely to be kind and polite, but one could never be certain.
Would Shiloh know who she was? Nayru didn't know how well Gideon and his sister got along, how much they spoke, or why Gideon would have any reason to talk of Nayru. Bris might mention the girl, or even Conor, but so like a ghost Nayru was she imagined that when she was not with them they hardly noticed, they probably did not speak of her. This was fine, she preferred it to be so, but she also wondered if ever her scent clung to the Victorian home when she visited. She wondered if anyone she didn't know of, knew of her. Lowering her head respectfully to the girl, Nayru's melodic voice offered and introduction "My name's Nayru." And she waited for the introduction of the other.
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