Be Not Fearful

Nayru · 10-23-2011, 11:27 AM

[html]

Nayru is never this talkative XD oh dear, what wine will do to a girl. 581.

The brooding boy did not answer her and Nayru did not mind, busying herself with the wine and gazing at the fire. It was not long before their silence was broken by the swift arrival of two new faces. The first seated herself by Nayru's feet and this Nayru did not find strange, but looked kindly down upon the girl, seeming not to note the scars that decorated her body. Before the girl could be answered the other arrived, and Nayru's ruby eyes turned upon the female on four legs. Grinning at them both, for they hadn't even a clue what the festival was about, Nayru swept her hand to indicate the bonfire and the bottles. "Welcome, welcome! This is Samhain, the end of our harvest, the beginning of the dark half of the year, the night to celebrate life and those who are no longer among the walking!" Pripyat's curious eyes turned themselves upon the Jiryu, who spoke boisterously for perhaps the first time in her life, the alcohol taking away her whisper. "I am Nayru and this," she turned and grinned to the grey boy who quickly turned away from the three females sourly "this is Pripyat!"

And yet introductions were interrupted by the arrival of Samantha, who Nayru by name and face but had never truly interacted with. The girl knew what was going on and Nayru grinned at her greeting. "Happy Samhain!" Still seated Nayru took note of the bottles Samantha added to their growing collection. "Ichika will gladly welcome a visit from any of it's children, no matter where their feet take them. And what a grand way to send you off, Samhain!" She lifted her own bottles and drank from it, turning to Shiloh and Kiara. "Do you two want anything to drink?" She moved the bottles toward the two and then considered Kiara. It wasn't strange to see a member in lupus form, but she hadn’t expected anyone to show up so tonight. "Do you need something to drink from?" Nayru knew they had no bowls on hand but something could be improvised, they were creative creatures.

Nayru smelt the dead doe before she smelt or saw Temo, but her grin was wide as the man set down the food and joined their gathering. Her howl had reached them quickly and Nayru was impatient for more members to arrive. No one from Cerne Rise had yet to show themselves and in a way Nayru was glad, for perhaps she would blend in among a crowd but had it been Gideon or Saul who answered her first the woman would have been at a loss for what to say or do. "Temo! Temo! How nice! Fresh meat! Thank you Bensen, ever providing your poor Jiryu with a good meal." Mabon lingered in her mind and Nayru flushed the memory away with a swig of wine, not knowing or caring that the endless flow of alcohol made for the endless flow of words from the normally silent Ryu.

With each new arrival the volume of Nayru's voice increased as the excitement rose. The woman who came next made Nayru especially pleased and she even hopped up from her seat to greet the fellow warrior with a warm hand. "X'yrin!" She bent down and scooped up the fox tail, grabbing a bottle as X'yrin's request registered. Jovially she held both out to the woman, the ever increasing smile spreading on her lips. "Of course! Of course! Merry Samhain."

Login




Remember me Lost Password?