Her song receded when all the breath was exhausted from her lungs and she was left within a light-headed euphoric state. She smiled to the memory of the Exultare before her, spoken of fondly through their tales of achievements and greatness. She wished to call to them so that they would recognize her as one of their own, a Nomad in both heart and mind, just as she had done during the Samhain festivities. She wanted them to look upon her with admiration for her prosperities and congratulate her for overcoming the obstacles of life that were her faults and mistakes.
Yet her ears were not filled with their howling praise carried on the wind. A lighter, more known song played upon her ears; the voice none other than that of her Jiryu. The Nomad hardly looked upon their last meeting with fondness, but days had passed since then and the golden she-wolf was augmented with a new awareness and consideration for what had taken place that day. She could not be upset with the lady, for she had simply advised her with what she believed to be right and it was the fault of the Kozan alone for choosing her selfish wants over the greater good of a child’s wellbeing. The Ryu had been only but a friend to the Nomad as well as an advisor despite her younger age. Her role was not for show but well preserved in the woman’s golden eyes, one that commanded nothing more than an unwavering respect.
And when her ears received such a cry from the lady, X’yrin pricked her ears to listen. She moved forward with determined strides carried by curiosity as well as duty. The distance crossed between herself and Nayru was infinitesimal in the scheme of things. What she had hoped to see mattered little, only what her eyes presently beheld was what called for her attention. Naked fragility stood stark before her. Such a tiny frame taken by a stress she could not understand but sought to treat with whatever remedy she knew. “My Lady Nayru…?” Carefully the woman approached extending an umber glove to gently rub the curved back of her companion in soothing motions. The owl still held between her breast swiveled around to see what brought this disruption to his tranquility but rather than screech for the loss of his peace, he too gave a soft concerned hoot, allow his master to speak his worried words. “Are you alright?”