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Nayru · 06-05-2011, 08:33 PM

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Everything had fallen into place.

The grapes in the vineyards were plumping. Not all the land had cleared and cleaned yet, but they had done enough to begin with. There were enough grapes growing to produce many bottles of wine in the fall. And the other plants Dahlia de Mai were slowly starting to cultivate were also thriving. Nayru's greenhouse was bursting with color and plants, and there was no lack of help in helping her sort them, study them and discern the uses. The knowledge on foliage and flora within the pack was growing and Nayru couldn't be more pleased.

Everyone seemed willing enough to come together and do what they could to help rebuild Dahlia de Mai. Or most. Nayru missed a few faces, but she knew their hearts too were still in the right place. For this reason among others she did not mind when she found that no one had marked the borders that morning. The pale stones dotted the land, right where Conor had left them and Nayru walked along the boundary, now and then leaving little traces of herself to let the others know. She was here. Nayru was almost always here. This was home. That is what the scent said.

When the man stumbling quite near to the boundaries was discovered in the distance Nayru grew very still, nose twitching. The regal lady kept her usual calm, serene aura to her, ready to slink up like a ghost upon the near trespasser and inquire to his nearness before he realize anyone had been watching him. With one deep breath Nayru willfully slowed her breathing and heart beat as she proceeded to go into a tracking mind set. The stealthy lady came quite close before the face was recognizable and suddenly all her monk like calm vanished. The tiny two feet that had silently been bringer her close broke into a run, and when she skid to a stop in front of grinning fool the woman felt more a child than she ever had. "Razekiel? Razekiel is that you?"

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