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Lilac pools shone as the bi-coloured form of the girl without surname came into sight. It was a given who she reminded him of now, and it was actually odd to think that he had not guessed the truth before. His mind had already visited the correct answer at an earlier time before he had had the pleasure to meet the Dahlian guest, Farore, but his mind was always swamped with several matters and the guesswork had been forgotten. But now he knew, and who would suit this job offer better than she? Her eyes were kind, and her greeting was polite and proper. The young woman should laugh more often. She had always been a serious child, but she possessed a silent personality; an old soul. She would do well.

”Do not apologize,” the male spoke, stepping closer to her ying & yang form. It was not her duty to patrol the borders anyway, but he appreciated her dedication nevertheless. ”You were hurt and should take all the time you need to recover,” he added, adding a modest amount of superiority in his voice. The male’s tail wagged behind his autumn hued form as he approached her. ”I met one of Dahlia’s guests this other day. She said she is your sister.” And the male’s friendly smile could live on forever with its softness. How wonderful it must be to hold all the puzzle’s pieces and finally be able to complete the mystery about her family.

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He had expected nothing less from the young girl. But she was no girl anymore. He had not known the white Rosea well, and if he had he had been too young to remember it. Now it seemed so obvious. Cercelee and Nayru were not the same, but he thought he recognized traces of similar souls. It was strange that he had not guessed who her parents were before; almost silly. But time had provided him with the answers he had wanted, and along with that he had decided on doing what he thought was the right thing. Perhaps it was not, but doubt without evidence would not stop the Soul male. He needed players to lean on, and Nayru would be a brilliant candidate despite her young age.

”I’m glad,” he spoke, though was somewhat distracted by the train of thoughts clogging up his weary mind. First things first. ”We’re looking forward to having you up and about again.” The wound could have been knitted together better, but as long as no infection or similar had occurred, Conor had felt no need to interfere with its healing process.

”That she did not,” he reassured the female as she seemed to worry about her sister. And if the girl wished to stay, he could not think of a reason why this could not be. Sometimes he had to wonder if she asked out of mere politeness or because she thought there was a chance he would do something against her wishes. The only reason that would drive Conor to put his foot down was if Dahlia and its members’ safety would be at stake. ”She can stay for as long as she wants.” Nayru’s sister seemed like a sweet being, and it had only been pleasant to converse with her, and he had learned much.

”How does it feel to know that you have a family?” he asked, though his voice did not change. Nayru was not his child; he did not have a right to interrogate her. It was merely curiosity, as usual. Conor’s own family was a joke, and no one was left now. He was on his own, but he had accepted that long time ago.

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How much of him was fake? Perhaps the genuine desire for all to be all right shone through and hid away the weariness that he dragged along with him, heavy as a bag of rocks. Perhaps it was because he could feed from those around him. This was all that Conor had ever wanted. He had it all, and the words that the female before him spoke warmed his compassionate heart. There had been times when the male had been uncertain about Nayru. It had been hard to see whether or not she was happy here, but then again she had never given him a reason to think otherwise. She was quick to criticise herself, but so was he. She was afraid to let people down, but she wouldn’t. In that manner, the two of them were quite alike, but Conor was a firm believer.

”Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me,” he said, knowing from the warmth within his chest that his words were as genuine as they could be. Nayru was family, and he was glad she had come to Dahlia de Mai. It was an egoistic thought, but it was true nonetheless. A nod of acknowledgement was given as she spoke the words he wanted to hear; that her heart belonged to Dahlia. He understood what she meant, and that was why this was the right choice to make. She was much older than her actual age suggested. She would do a wonderful job.

”You belong here as much as anyone,” he said, turning his gaze to lazily examine his immediate surroundings. ”I’m glad that learning of your family did not jeopardize that.” For he did not want to lose her. She was one of the constants in his life and he did not wish to see that change. ”There’s something else I wanted to talk with you about,” he then added, bringing lavender back to obtain eye contact. Perhaps it was wrong to toss it at her like this, but she would survive. ”I want you to become Dahlia’s gamma,”