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“A pleasure Myrika, Valkyrie.” Again Nayru dipped herself low to them, a delicate curtsey as she considered the two strangers. The surname Tears meant nothing to the lady, yet the family name offered up by the youngest of the three brought memories of Larkspur and Harlowe fleeting before her mind's eye. Did the little girl know of them? Or did she only know of her family in Inferni of which, Nayru guessed, there were many. It was very likely that the three Infernians before her were all related and that Nayru was the outsider in this gathering, but this fact did not bother her. It was shortly before the downfall of Dahlia that the two toned woman learned of her own missing surname: Sadira. And yet she had never known another Sadira either. That she had for a spell been living alongside her own blood in Dahlia de Mai was still unknown to her and Nayru only knew two absent sisters and forgotten parents as her blood. And yet in family she lacked not, for she knew within Ichika she had countless brothers and sisters beside her. Razekiel's suggestion elicited an enthusiastic nod from the woman and she fell in alongside the others, sweeping with her hand entry to their pack. As they moved she silently would point here or there at something, a flower or a strangely formed rock whenever she caught the eyes of one of the coyote hybrids but the fairy woman stayed mostly silent, letting Razekiel's chatter fill in the gaps between the five of them. When Razekiel revealed Dahlia Valley Nayru smiled a bit, thinking how though their traditions had transcended from the old to the new, names had carried over also. And yet, so many would be forgotten. Nereid. Oyvind's Island. Oberon's Spring. Nayru knew all these names and yet how many others remembered? With a shake of her head she let the memories slip away, knowing it was best to let go and her whispery voice piped up as if her words were relevant to the conversation. “If we climb to one of the higher peaks, we can look down and see our shoreline.” Whether the wind had swallowed her soft words or not Nayru did not wait for any replies, casting her eyes towards where the ocean would be if the trees of the mountain did not block their view. Her ears perked at Razekiel's words, cherry eyes turning to him and brows raising in interest. Yes, his family was so far away, but the lady laid a gentle hand upon his arm as if to say "what of us? we here are your family." The tiny woman then giggled slightly and retracted her hand, turning to Sage and the others as if she too were eager for news of relatives in Inferni. |
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