It Just Is

Nayru · 04-04-2011, 12:33 PM

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The man swung off his horse and approached her and a half smile grew at his greeting. Why the dark man had influenced her so greatly as a child, and why the lingering memories she had formed of him still seemed to, Nayru could not understand. It was the same phenomenon she experienced with the black and blue warrior woman she had only known briefly. They both were so calm, so controlled. They were in what some ways she had become and in other ways still wished she could. Instinctively, though they were surely equals on such neutral lands, she bowed her head to him and then brought her ruby gaze back up.

A strange tingle raced up her spine as he spoke of Dahlia. Did he think of his former home ever? And why had he and Harlowe both abandoned it? It no longer mattered to her, even though she had never known the truth in its entirety. That they had family in Anathema was enough for her to lay the issue to rest, but still he asked of the home so close to her heart and she could not help but internally feel both warmth and coldness spread to every extremity of her small framed figure. “Conor has promoted me to Gamma there.” So indeed she still found her home there, and it was with mostly modesty but the smallest hint of pride she told the man this. Still she thought of herself as nothing but a vessel, pure energy flowing through it and doing what others directed her to do. Nayru knew she deserved no praise for such a promotion, but that she persisted where others did not was something at least. “Have you found peace in your new home?” It was the only question she could think of to return to the man.

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