Nayru kept the same calm, amused expression on her face as she witnessed the changes in the other. The suspicious eyes of the other as Nayru came upon her mid meal, the slow relax and finally the woman turned away. Nayru still said not a word but merely watched the woman as she abandoned the last of her meal and moved away. That the outsider did not speak as she peered at Nayru was strange, but then perhaps it was strange that Nayru did not speak to her. If the stranger had a purpose, Nayru did not inquire after it. Surely the woman would state it. Yet she did not and Nayru was content to believe the woman was just a chance visitor.
As the woman moved Nayru mirrored her, step for step, her tiny paws keeping the distance between the two constant. The lady walked and looked back at Nayru and clearly Nayru could read the question in her eyes. Like a child again, ready for experience of any kind, there seemed no reason not to walk along the stranger. The nameless lady was going somewhere, and Nayru wished to know. And yet, unlike the child she once was, she did not ask. Nayru knew that answers came sooner or later and she did not have to inquire after them. Patience would pay off. And so, on one side of the invisibly boundary, Nayru kept eyes glued to the girl on the other side, and if the other moved, Nayru moved too—little more than a black and white shadow.