04-01-2011, 02:59 PM
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It had been a long while since she had entered the Victorian home. Cautiously she pushed the front door open, not having entered since long before the storm had disrupted them so severely. Many repairs around Dahlia de Mai had been needed and Nayru wondered if anyone's home had been spared. Conor's hadn't and she knew that he and the others had sought alternative shelter while roofs were being patched and walls put back up. Still she couldn’t help but come to see what remained. All in all the destruction wasn't too awful and she was strangely pleased to find her former room completely undisturbed. The plain bed and empty desk stood where they had, and Nayru couldn't detect the scents of others. Perhaps Range or Melee had claimed the room for themselves but had needed to evacuate before they could mark it as their own. Closing the door, against ghosts and other wanders, Nayru moved through the rest of the house. The common rooms, the library, Gideon's bedroom. Memories of warmer months and happier moments floated in and out of the rooms as her eyes darted here and there. Once spring was fully sprung repairs could be made in earnest and it wouldn't take long to make the Victorian home a buzzing center point. Conor would move back and the others, those he took in and gave shelter to, would follow. Bris would return, Nayru reasoned this, and soon the rooms would be filled with the all encompassing energy that had originally driven Nayru to the eastern edges of Dahlia de Mai. This was the reality as Nayru knew it, no other explanation could be possible. Even if Gideon moved out towards her, as they had spoken of so long ago, others would come and take his place. As some had taken her's. It was a natural cycle that Nayru couldn't see being broken, not with Conor in the center of it all. Thoughts of the male turned her steps towards his door, uncaring that the door was shut fast because no one was inside these walls. Not now. And then there was the noise. On the other side and it made Nayru's gentle footfalls stop right outside, her hand on the knob. Fingers grasp the brass handle and it was when the noises continued she turned, flinging open the door and eyes widening in surprise. Her voice was barely audible as her lips rounded in a surprised circle. "Oh!" |