11-15-2010, 02:28 PM
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The ashen brute accepted her lack of experience easily and she smiled, feeling more at ease with her shortcomings. Perfection in all areas could never be reached and if one aspired for it they would find failure surely. To try in too many areas meant less time and effort for in each, and it was part of life picking and choosing where one would put their focus. For Nayru it was hunting, stalking and warfare, all other interests fell aside as only hobbies. Her plants thrived and she could make use of them, but only if she had the extra time. Her voice was musical and sweet, but she could not be bothered to train it to sing, at least not for others. The flute intrigued her surely, but she wasn’t too sorry when it passed back to the male’s hands, there would be time enough to acquire her own if she ever desired so. “It is a pleasure to meet you Valentine.” The name sounded familiar though why she wasn’t sure. Perhaps a word for something else that her mind had discarded upon hearing. She would look it up later, perhaps in the library when she thought of it--when she had the time. “Has Dahlia de Mai pleased you so far?” It was a common inquiry from the two toned femme, but one she enjoyed asking the newer members. The answers were usually polite, generic, but at the same time she could read their faces, weigh their sincerity, their budding loyalty. Sometimes they stayed, sometimes they did not, but she hadn’t been around long enough to see a pattern to the comings and goings of others. To get inside their heads allowed her insight in her own pack that she otherwise lacked, and the girl was ever hungry for knowledge and opinions of any kind, but especially those pertaining to her beloved pack. |