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The ivory and ebony patched woman had already been up and about that morning. Before dawn had even greeted them she had awoken, caught herself a small rabbit breakfast while also making the rounds of the eastern edges of the pack lands. Nayru knew this was technically no longer her duties, but the eastern edges were quieter and she did not mind. It saved the others from making the trip out towards her end when they all lived their lives closer to Wolfville and Berwick. She would start where the sea met the shore and go as far as half way to Berwick, when the scents of the others told her that recently someone had come through and made sure all was well. Then she would turn back and get on with other tasks.
Still she was trying to restore some of the plants she had lost when the ceiling had fallen down on her, most of them had died in the coldness that seeped into her glass house before her and Farore had patched the roof. Now the warmth had returned to the greenhouse, but the greenness was gone. Surely her and Siku could fill it once spring allowed the plants outside to flourish, and for now she tried to plants seeds she had saved. She went from pot to pot of seemingly just soil and watered them all, taking note of the few that pushed a small stem up out of the dirt. When she encountered these she smiled, knowing that even after disaster life could flourish and it gave her great pride to be part of that.
It was this task she was engaged in, barely aware that the sun had indeed risen and was shinning in on her. So absorbed she did not hear the footfalls outside and it was a voice and a tap at the glass that alerted someone else was in the gardens. Turning she could make out the figure of Saul, and she smiled through the glass panels at him and moved swiftly to the door, pushing it open. Outside was warmer than it had been in the previous weeks and she did not mind holding it open as she beckoned him inside with one hand. ”Saul! How does this morning find you, my friend?” She laughed and moved the hand she waved at him with to her head, unconsciously touching the stitches there, as she often did. Nose twitching and taking in the spring air and the scent of her friend, she waited for him to approach and enter her home, no words needed to make the invitation obvious.
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