Liliana had warned her not to go, but Nayru disregarded the warning. The ebony and ivory lady considered her friends words more of a suggestion than a direction. Never had the girl had anyone tell her what to do, even Conor who had raised her and been her leader for her whole childhood had never tried to control the fairy child. Saluce had come the closest to having any sort of authority over the strong willed child, but if ever his requests clashed with her will than both parties would grow angry and unhappy, until one or the other bent or broke. Nayru rarely bent and have never broke. And even now, when she knew the request was made only out of concern for her safety, she choose to ignore it, as she ignore most all requests that did not line up with what she believed to be the proper course of action.
The morning was still young when she arrived at the borders of Aniwaya. The leadership had changed, Nayru knew that. Ralla would probably be unable to greet her, and Nayru thought of the woman who had been fat with unborn pups the last time they had met. How did her family fare in such strife? Nayru was eager to find out, but if the wrong canine should stumble upon and greet her than she would perhaps not have the opportunity to ask. Here she would have to tread more carefully than she did in Crimson Dreams. And so it was for this reason she did not announce her presence at the borders, but merely trailed along them slowly, simply out for a stroll and never crossing the invisible boundary.
As she moved along she fingered the half circle charm she carried with her. The other half had been left in Crimson Dream soil, buried deep in the ground where it was unlikely to be uncovered. When morning had gotten underway she paused, dug a hole as deep as the one in the Dream lands and buried the silly charm. One half a whole, but both covered with the small scratching of peace. When she no longer had the wooden charm to finger, she idly handled the necklace that also bore the ring, both gifts from Gideon. The garnet and ruby jewelry matched the anklet that kept the dagger strapped to her ankle, and as the sun rose higher the small jewels caught and reflected the sunlight as Nayru slowly made her way up the Aniwaya border, just waiting to come across someone, or the scent that would tell her someone had recently been by.
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