11-04-2010, 03:49 PM
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Ah, sorry it took me so long to get to this. It’s been sitting a while and needs some attention, yeah? 482
Nayru sheathed her dagger, strapping it to her ankle with the ruby and garnet anklet that she was now never without. There had been a time when she moved about on four legs always, primitive like her ancestors before the virus had swept through their genetics. She had been swift and nimble on four legs, a spry fairy child dashing about Dahlia. Now she moved like a wraith, a tall and soundless shadow. Her monotone body was broken only by crimson eyes and the jewelry that adorned her lower leg. Optime form was no longer reserved for certain situations. Nayru moved about on two legs daily, her ghostlike presence appearing before the others only at intervals now when she found time away from her own home. It had only been a few months, but enough changes had taken place in the girl that it seemed a lifetime ago.
Yet still there were things that never changed. Dahlia de Mai was one. The girl was dedicated, no matter what and she could not foresee that changing. Ever. The white lady who came and went in her dreams, and infrequently in her waking life, persisted. And the quest for knowledge was never over. It was these three things that drove her always, and in a way it was these three things that caused her to bump into the strangely clothed female just outside of Wolfville. Nayru had been practicing tirelessly with her dagger, now a deadly weapon even in her inexperienced hands. Although the girl intentionally had had no desire to use the dagger for its true purpose, daily she felt the benefits it could have for Dahlia de Mai. Saluce had given her the tools and knowledge and endlessly she worked with them, and even though she had not seen true battle Nayru felt she would have a fighting chance if the time came. And it was not over. She would continue to improve, she would have to for Dahlia de Mai, and she would have kept at it all day if not for the white lady.
The white face with icy eyes kept appearing before her until the young girl could stand it no longer. Putting away her weapon she had taken to wandering, and her wandering had brought her before the strange women, their paths crossing only by chance. She smelled of Dahlia and Nayru could only assume that she belonged here, but a name did not spring to mind. That there were new faces and Nayru had missed their arrival did not upset her. Sacrifices had to be made in order to complete her training, and the only thing to do now was make up for lost time. ”Hello there. I’m Nayru." The girl bowed her head deeply to the kimono wearing creature and waited for a response from the woman who couldn’t have been in Dahlia for too long.
Nayru sheathed her dagger, strapping it to her ankle with the ruby and garnet anklet that she was now never without. There had been a time when she moved about on four legs always, primitive like her ancestors before the virus had swept through their genetics. She had been swift and nimble on four legs, a spry fairy child dashing about Dahlia. Now she moved like a wraith, a tall and soundless shadow. Her monotone body was broken only by crimson eyes and the jewelry that adorned her lower leg. Optime form was no longer reserved for certain situations. Nayru moved about on two legs daily, her ghostlike presence appearing before the others only at intervals now when she found time away from her own home. It had only been a few months, but enough changes had taken place in the girl that it seemed a lifetime ago.
Yet still there were things that never changed. Dahlia de Mai was one. The girl was dedicated, no matter what and she could not foresee that changing. Ever. The white lady who came and went in her dreams, and infrequently in her waking life, persisted. And the quest for knowledge was never over. It was these three things that drove her always, and in a way it was these three things that caused her to bump into the strangely clothed female just outside of Wolfville. Nayru had been practicing tirelessly with her dagger, now a deadly weapon even in her inexperienced hands. Although the girl intentionally had had no desire to use the dagger for its true purpose, daily she felt the benefits it could have for Dahlia de Mai. Saluce had given her the tools and knowledge and endlessly she worked with them, and even though she had not seen true battle Nayru felt she would have a fighting chance if the time came. And it was not over. She would continue to improve, she would have to for Dahlia de Mai, and she would have kept at it all day if not for the white lady.
The white face with icy eyes kept appearing before her until the young girl could stand it no longer. Putting away her weapon she had taken to wandering, and her wandering had brought her before the strange women, their paths crossing only by chance. She smelled of Dahlia and Nayru could only assume that she belonged here, but a name did not spring to mind. That there were new faces and Nayru had missed their arrival did not upset her. Sacrifices had to be made in order to complete her training, and the only thing to do now was make up for lost time. ”Hello there. I’m Nayru." The girl bowed her head deeply to the kimono wearing creature and waited for a response from the woman who couldn’t have been in Dahlia for too long.
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