03-24-2011, 04:50 PM
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The words that floated softly from her lips, just simple and matter of fact words that conveyed her meaning as best as they might, seemed to please him and for this Nayru was grateful. If anything she could do would cheer the male or make his life easier in any manner, she would do so. The patchwork patterned woman had never stopped to consider if the others considered her family as she considered them, it was irrelevant. They never outwardly spoke of it, but Nayru had never felt the need to. Their stance for her did not influence her thoughts about them; she was far too dedicated for any doubts or unrequited feelings to interfere. Yet that her love and devotion caused him joy had never occurred to her either, and now she regretted not expressing the sentiment before. The regret quickly fled, because they were speaking now and there was little room for regret in the life she led.
Nayru nodded, as if his words only confirmed what she already knew. Nayru did belong here, even if at times she felt she did not live up to Dahlia de Mai's expectations. Farore's arrival, and instance on her departure, did not change this. Life as Nayru knew it was here. Dahlia de Mai, and Conor, had given her a home when she had gone astray. Most everything she knew she had learned from those who had passed through the borders of Dahlia de Mai. And the white lady had left her here. Left her with a purpose which Nayru still did not know fully but knew that she would only come to understand if she persisted on here. She had no desire to be elsewhere. ""This is my home. For always Conor."
And that was where it ended. Or so Nayru thought. The next words to come from Conor's mouth caused her heart to hammer, although this sudden internal change did not manifest outwardly. Merely she raised ruby eyes to meet Conor's lilac gaze. Rarely did she question those she considered above her, and Conor was above them all. Yet as she had once before in their relationship, she questioned his judgment of her. Her voice did not shake, though she was hesitant to defy any request of his."Why me?"Why not Saul, or Saluce or even Bris? They were her mentors, her teachers. Surely she hadn’t surpassed them? Surely she did not possess anything they did not. Surely she was just a small player in the greater game, and couldn't Conor see how inconsequential she was?
The words that floated softly from her lips, just simple and matter of fact words that conveyed her meaning as best as they might, seemed to please him and for this Nayru was grateful. If anything she could do would cheer the male or make his life easier in any manner, she would do so. The patchwork patterned woman had never stopped to consider if the others considered her family as she considered them, it was irrelevant. They never outwardly spoke of it, but Nayru had never felt the need to. Their stance for her did not influence her thoughts about them; she was far too dedicated for any doubts or unrequited feelings to interfere. Yet that her love and devotion caused him joy had never occurred to her either, and now she regretted not expressing the sentiment before. The regret quickly fled, because they were speaking now and there was little room for regret in the life she led.
Nayru nodded, as if his words only confirmed what she already knew. Nayru did belong here, even if at times she felt she did not live up to Dahlia de Mai's expectations. Farore's arrival, and instance on her departure, did not change this. Life as Nayru knew it was here. Dahlia de Mai, and Conor, had given her a home when she had gone astray. Most everything she knew she had learned from those who had passed through the borders of Dahlia de Mai. And the white lady had left her here. Left her with a purpose which Nayru still did not know fully but knew that she would only come to understand if she persisted on here. She had no desire to be elsewhere. ""This is my home. For always Conor."
And that was where it ended. Or so Nayru thought. The next words to come from Conor's mouth caused her heart to hammer, although this sudden internal change did not manifest outwardly. Merely she raised ruby eyes to meet Conor's lilac gaze. Rarely did she question those she considered above her, and Conor was above them all. Yet as she had once before in their relationship, she questioned his judgment of her. Her voice did not shake, though she was hesitant to defy any request of his."Why me?"Why not Saul, or Saluce or even Bris? They were her mentors, her teachers. Surely she hadn’t surpassed them? Surely she did not possess anything they did not. Surely she was just a small player in the greater game, and couldn't Conor see how inconsequential she was?