The Mark Has Been Made

Nayru · 09-03-2011, 01:36 PM

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Nayru

All the way to the Abbey Nayru had not allowed herself to think of the crime she had committed. To so easily be able to turn off her mind was both a gift and a curse. If need be the warrior could simply just choose to not think of her actions forever. She could never deal with them, suppress them until the day she left this world for another. Yet to do so would go against the laws of Ichika. To do so would leave a dirty smear upon her soul. Nayru knew she would not be fit to lead the peaceful Ichikans if she allowed her actions to be buried—buried like the heavy body of the lifeless woman between Anathema and Ichika. It was only as she was slowly mounting the stairs did Nayru let thoughts of her sin resurface. She hadn't even known the other's name.

Despite the dirt upon her inner being Nayru appeared on the Gampo steps spotless. The soil that had stained the ivory of her coat had been washed away, as well the flecks and spots of red belonging to her and to the other woman. Her arm, where the woman had dug into her own flesh and left a long wound, was wrapped poorly. Nayru hadn't dared to go to Saul for such a service. She couldn’t go to anyone but the Reiseki or Jinne just then. Anyone else would cast blame but she knew she could find forgiveness and absolution in either of them. And through them, forgiveness from the entirety of Ichika. And mostly herself.

As she came to the door of the building she removed the dagger, ever strapped to her side. This too was clean of any evidence, secured in its sheath as if it had never been drawn. Just why Nayru was not sure, but she was reluctant to enter the sacred place with a weapon fastened upon her. Looking at the lonely dagger cast aside, she removed also the anklet she used to strap it to herself, and then the necklace and ring that Gideon had adorned her with. It would be best to appear before her counselor free from any decoration. As humble as one could be.

Pushing open the heavy doors she hoped that one or the other would be inside. Nayru did not know where else to seek them, although perhaps she could have called out to either. To do so would have been to alert the whole pack to something. The Jiryu had no intention of keeping her crime a secret, but it was wisest to only announce it after she had been absolved of it. The wrong idea might have been conceived otherwise. That she was not sorry or hurt by what she had done. That she did not value life as the Ichikans were expected to. Neither of these were true, but Nayru knew that it might appear so.

Once inside the great hall Nayru halted her steps. Very lowly she let out a drawn out "woof" and the sound echoed back at her as it bounced off one wall to another. If Alae greeted her surely the woman would do so in her usual fashion—so warm and welcoming. For this reason Nayru hoped it would be Ansui who came. She had yet to speak with the man, though she knew his name and purpose in her pack as she knew everyone's. Normally she was ashamed when time escaped her and she was unable to properly get to know her members. Now it might serve her. Ansui would face her with no preconceived notions of her being, no ideals she had to live up to just then. She could come to him as she truly was—a sinner.

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