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He didn’t read her face, he couldn’t have, because there was nothing to give away her discomfort there. And like the trained creature she was her body posture did not show any discomfort either, but he could sense her unhappiness. Perhaps he knew her personality well enough, or it was just a feeling he had, but Nayru was relieved when he realized the source of her discomfort. They moved away from the imagined danger, whether it be Crimson Dreams or just Aro’s mother, and Nayru listened as the boy spoke. Crimson eyes soaked him in as he tried to explain there was really nothing to worry about, but why then was his mother so angry? He attempted to explain about Dahlia de Mai’s past, but Nayru knew it all too well. She felt the biases that Haku’s reign had left smeared over her beloved lands and although she had never met the beast she almost resented him for it. Almost. It was not his doing anymore, but the closed minds of others, that kept Dahlia de Mai in ill favor with the other packs.
"If there was any evil in Dahlia de Mai before, it is not there now." Her voice, which was normally barely above a whisper, dropped low, so low that she doubted if Aro could hear her at all. And it didn’t matter really. It was the realities of the past against her word, and she suspected that her word wouldn’t change the minds of those that still felt caution against Dahlia de Mai. Yet Aro kept speaking and Nayru let the sullenness flood from her. It was useless to hold onto such feelings as they served no purpose in the present, although she vowed silently to herself that she would do all she could to prove Dahlia de Mai to the others once again.
"Your father, huh? Perhaps someday I will meet him." She smiled then, sweetly and genuinely as she tried to think of a name of her own idol. Yet she idolized no one, although she looked up to many. Conor for her leadership, Bris for her kindness, Saluce for his skill and discipline and even Larkspur for his ruthlessness and Cwmfen for her reserve. It was not just one of them, but all of Dahlia that crafted her. And it was not her own ambitions that drove her, but the incessant need to please and serve the others. "I only wish to serve Dahlia de Mai the best that I may." The white lady came to her mind then, for the dream-ghost had goals and aspirations for the young girl but Nayru shook her from her mind. "These caves, what are they?" The girl wished suddenly to think of anything other than Dahlia or the white lady and the others.
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