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- Vesle Soul - 08-30-2010 [html] <style type="text/css">#vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:calibri, arial, tahoma, sans-serif;}</style>
- Nayru - 08-30-2010 [html] WEEEEE. If Vesle left before May I can change the post. Dunno the timing but it makes sense they would of seen each other in Conor’s house? Nayru knew the scent that she caught on the breeze immediately. It had belonged to one of Conor’s wards, the ones that had lived in the house when she first arrived. Their names were somewhere in the back of her mind but as she never talked to them aside from a few clumsy greetings before summer had set in. After that the fairy child had seen them less and less, and knew even that one of them had gone away with Emwe, Conor’s brother. To smell the scent so strongly, the one who had gone missing, and trailing through Dahlia de Mai now, was interesting because it meant that one of Conor’s wayward wards had returned. Returned from months ago when she had first met her and the older girl had vanished. Where had she gone to? With expert skill she found the scent easily, and came up to Flander’s Field, the silhouette of the girl moving from stone to stone. On two legs she approached, her own tiny feet making nearly no noise over the drying autumn grass and she cleared her throat gently as she drew nearer to warn of her approach. Which one was this one? Nayru hadn’t bonded with any of them to know for certain, but she knew her by sight. The small woman was comparable to Nayru’s own delicate figure and the cow patterned girl found this strangely comforting. Her melodic voice was friendly and soft, her crimson eyes optimistic, wondering if the woman would recognize her. She had been only a four legged runt when they had last seen one another, and now she was almost as much a woman as the charcoal figure before her. "You were away for a while." .nayberry b {font-weight:bold; color:#ec1414; letter-spacing:.0px; } .nayberry-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:10px; color:#ec1414; text-align:right; } .nayberry p {text-indent:30px; padding:5px 8px; margin:0px;} .nayberry {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... /nayru.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 280px 0px; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; line-height:13px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Vesle Soul - 08-30-2010 [html] <style type="text/css">#vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:calibri, arial, tahoma, sans-serif;}</style>
- Nayru - 08-30-2010 [html] <3 <3 <3 317. Cherry eyes stayed glued to the slate ones and Nayru dipped her head at the girl’s reply. Although older the girl seemed uneasy, nervous even as she wrung her hands and shifted her weight. Ever calm Nayru took it all in, accepting it for what it was and turning out her own reply in time. "Yes, I have. That happens." It was friendly but not jesting, just matter of fact. Life went on and they aged and for a while they would grow until they could grow no more. The snowy child with ebony stains all over was still growing and although she stood perhaps equal to the ashen girl now she would be only a little bit taller when she was through, still a delicate fairy child but not freakishly so. "My name is Nayru." And that was it, no other title was offered. At times Nayru would proudly tack Dahlia de Mai onto the introduction, but surely now it was only be redundant. Without a last name no one could trace her lineage, as she had come to realized many did with the more common names in these lands. This please Nayru in a way, for aside from the story she had given Conor, no one had ever asked about her life before and it was almost as if that life had never been. The fuzzy memories of her parents and sisters were private and personal, and though no one asked she didn't feel like talking about it any longer. Even if she wished for others to know her history with a simple introduction, Nayru didn’t have any such name to give them. And so Nayru was content with that and she bowed deeply to the girl, a superior in both age and rank, and looked back up, waiting patiently but not expectantly to see if the girl would offer her own name or not. .nayberry b {font-weight:bold; color:#ec1414; letter-spacing:.0px; } .nayberry-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:10px; color:#ec1414; text-align:right; } .nayberry p {text-indent:30px; padding:5px 8px; margin:0px;} .nayberry {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... /nayru.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 280px 0px; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; line-height:13px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Vesle Soul - 09-19-2010 [html] <style type="text/css">#vesle2 b{color:#000000; font-family:calibri, arial, tahoma, sans-serif;}</style>
- Nayru - 09-21-2010 [html]
"It’s a cemetery." Nayru did know what it was. Humanities’ strange ways were becoming more familiar to her, she embraced their ruins as her riches and made use of all they left behind. In the process she learned a lot about what their lives had been like, and daily she saw that the luperci were mimicking them in many of their mannerism. Perhaps it was the fate of higher intelligence, or perhaps the humans had paved a path and the luperci simply chose to walk down it. Either way Nayru knew that answer, and she looked around at the stones as she explained. "They bury their dead under stones and carve the names into them. So they don’t forget I guess." That they went to so much trouble not to forget their dead was both comforting and strange. And that the luperci had begun to do it as well seemed almost natural. Nayru thought that when she died she would want to be burned into ash and blown away, forgotten almost the moment she ceased to exist. "Have you ever seen anyone die?" Anyone, not anything. Nayru could now deal with the slaying of prey creatures, having forced herself to kill once she found it rather easy after all. Yet it wasn’t really the same. There was a difference, after all, between canines and other species. Even if the cat had told her otherwise. .nayberry b {font-weight:bold; color:#ec1414; letter-spacing:.0px; } .nayberry-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:15px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:10px; color:#ec1414; text-align:right; } .nayberry p {text-indent:30px; padding:5px 8px; margin:0px;} .nayberry {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... /nayru.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 280px 0px; font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; line-height:13px; letter-spacing:.0px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |