01-21-2011, 06:03 PM
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The woman turned to face Nayru, and a placid but amused smiled spread slowly across the thin ebony lips of the standing female. Without speaking she surveyed the woman, the not quite an intruder and new addition to Dahlia. The alabaster coat of the other was saturated with the smell of Dahlia de Mai, the stranger had been here for more than a few days it seemed, but a faint and foreign scent still clung to the older wolf. It was evidence that indeed she came from some place far off, unlike Nayru's aroma, which was composed only of her individual smell and the collective scent of her pack lands, made up of the inhabitants that lived there and perhaps the very air they breathed. It had been a long while since Nayru had called any other place home, and it was rare she cared to venture out of Dahlia de Mai for much more than a day trip, she couldn't even recall what her fur and skin must of smelt like, who it might have smelt of, that first day Conor met her upon the borders.
Siku. The woman introduced herself, followed quickly by an apology for trespassing. Still watching her with bright ruby eyes the woman clutched the bucket with one hand and gestured with the other. "Here," Her hand swept the garden, ""you are not trespassing. There," she pointed to her greenhouse, "you are." Despite the words, her tone was friendly, amused and ever soft and unassuming. There was no hostility and after another brief moment of awkward silence as the girl readjusted the heavy bucket with both hands, Nayru bowed her head deeply to Siku. The black splotched woman averting her gaze and flattening her ears in all the most primal shows of submission the girl often greeted others with. " to meet you Siku. I am Nayru, and this is indeed my home."
Lifting her gaze again to meet the golden stare of the other Nayru shook her head at the words the other woman spoke. A herbalist? Nayru had never considered herself one. She was a servant of Dahlia and provided the pack with any skills she did have, but the cultivation of plants had never been among her acknowledge accomplishments. Truthfully the girl knew very little of what to do with the plants she tended. To kill, either in battle or hunt, was her specialty, and to track those that needed killing was her greatest skill. To heal or harm others with plants was beyond her, for although she knew how to keep the plants alive now she had never had time to studying their purpose as thoroughly as she had once thought to.
" No, I am not a herbalist." Nayru's shake of the head was not sad, but only matter of fact. The girl was happy with what she was, even if she knew the potential for more was yet untapped. " am only the head hunter of Dahlia de Mai at this time, and I also tend to the eastern borders, since so few of us live out this way." Gideon was a good wahrer and the spahers under him did their job well but Nayru had been unable to let go of her post as watch dog to the eastern end. She did not mention her also self assigned duty as peacekeeper and warrior, for although she went nowhere without the dagger that signified such a rank strapped to her ankle she did not acknowledge it to anyone but Saluce. At least not out loud.
Shifting the bucket from one hand to the other she remembered her plants, and the open door and the cold air slowly leaking into her heated home. Looking kindly at Siku the younger girl smiled, not taking a step towards the opening of her home until the other woman gave her consent. " Do you like plants? You may come in to see them." The plants needed their water and the bucket was growing heavy in her arms, she waited for the woman to go ahead of her.
The woman turned to face Nayru, and a placid but amused smiled spread slowly across the thin ebony lips of the standing female. Without speaking she surveyed the woman, the not quite an intruder and new addition to Dahlia. The alabaster coat of the other was saturated with the smell of Dahlia de Mai, the stranger had been here for more than a few days it seemed, but a faint and foreign scent still clung to the older wolf. It was evidence that indeed she came from some place far off, unlike Nayru's aroma, which was composed only of her individual smell and the collective scent of her pack lands, made up of the inhabitants that lived there and perhaps the very air they breathed. It had been a long while since Nayru had called any other place home, and it was rare she cared to venture out of Dahlia de Mai for much more than a day trip, she couldn't even recall what her fur and skin must of smelt like, who it might have smelt of, that first day Conor met her upon the borders.
Siku. The woman introduced herself, followed quickly by an apology for trespassing. Still watching her with bright ruby eyes the woman clutched the bucket with one hand and gestured with the other. "Here," Her hand swept the garden, ""you are not trespassing. There," she pointed to her greenhouse, "you are." Despite the words, her tone was friendly, amused and ever soft and unassuming. There was no hostility and after another brief moment of awkward silence as the girl readjusted the heavy bucket with both hands, Nayru bowed her head deeply to Siku. The black splotched woman averting her gaze and flattening her ears in all the most primal shows of submission the girl often greeted others with. " to meet you Siku. I am Nayru, and this is indeed my home."
Lifting her gaze again to meet the golden stare of the other Nayru shook her head at the words the other woman spoke. A herbalist? Nayru had never considered herself one. She was a servant of Dahlia and provided the pack with any skills she did have, but the cultivation of plants had never been among her acknowledge accomplishments. Truthfully the girl knew very little of what to do with the plants she tended. To kill, either in battle or hunt, was her specialty, and to track those that needed killing was her greatest skill. To heal or harm others with plants was beyond her, for although she knew how to keep the plants alive now she had never had time to studying their purpose as thoroughly as she had once thought to.
" No, I am not a herbalist." Nayru's shake of the head was not sad, but only matter of fact. The girl was happy with what she was, even if she knew the potential for more was yet untapped. " am only the head hunter of Dahlia de Mai at this time, and I also tend to the eastern borders, since so few of us live out this way." Gideon was a good wahrer and the spahers under him did their job well but Nayru had been unable to let go of her post as watch dog to the eastern end. She did not mention her also self assigned duty as peacekeeper and warrior, for although she went nowhere without the dagger that signified such a rank strapped to her ankle she did not acknowledge it to anyone but Saluce. At least not out loud.
Shifting the bucket from one hand to the other she remembered her plants, and the open door and the cold air slowly leaking into her heated home. Looking kindly at Siku the younger girl smiled, not taking a step towards the opening of her home until the other woman gave her consent. " Do you like plants? You may come in to see them." The plants needed their water and the bucket was growing heavy in her arms, she waited for the woman to go ahead of her.