11-30-2010, 05:00 PM
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Sorry for the wait Erin! Am back now. Haha. 311.
Not unpleasant. Nayru smiled sincerely at these words, for although they were not dripping praise she could tell that the woman was genuine. It must be a very hard thing to leave one’s home and travel a far way. Nayru knew, for although she too was not born of Dahlian blood, she had traveled very little in her life. All landscapes that she had seen looked more or less like the landscapes the cow colored female saw now. All customs that Nayru encountered were very much like customs she experienced now. There was little readjustment needed upon her arrival to Dahlia de Mai, and she had been so young that it seemed to Nayru Dahlia de Mai was all there ever was. Vaguely she wondered if she would ever leave these lands, but deciding she wouldn’t Nayru allowed the whimsical thought to pass, unattended to for more than a few moments.
That Tsukiko was so different from the travelers that normally made their way through more questions than usual bubbled to the surface of Nayru’s consciousness. What had made the woman leave her home and come here? What had she seen between there and here? And why here? Why the greater land of Souls rather than anywhere else? And more importantly, why Dahlia de Mai over any of the neighboring packs? But the girl had far more tact as an adult to barrage the woman with questions. As a child she might have politely but quickly flung forth the inquires and stared expectantly as she waited for answers to rain upon her, but now, now she spoke slowly, her words soft and unhurried. “What is so different from your homeland? Tell me about where you come from, I am most interested." And she was, very interested at that, although aside from her words were which honest she showed it very little.
Not unpleasant. Nayru smiled sincerely at these words, for although they were not dripping praise she could tell that the woman was genuine. It must be a very hard thing to leave one’s home and travel a far way. Nayru knew, for although she too was not born of Dahlian blood, she had traveled very little in her life. All landscapes that she had seen looked more or less like the landscapes the cow colored female saw now. All customs that Nayru encountered were very much like customs she experienced now. There was little readjustment needed upon her arrival to Dahlia de Mai, and she had been so young that it seemed to Nayru Dahlia de Mai was all there ever was. Vaguely she wondered if she would ever leave these lands, but deciding she wouldn’t Nayru allowed the whimsical thought to pass, unattended to for more than a few moments.
That Tsukiko was so different from the travelers that normally made their way through more questions than usual bubbled to the surface of Nayru’s consciousness. What had made the woman leave her home and come here? What had she seen between there and here? And why here? Why the greater land of Souls rather than anywhere else? And more importantly, why Dahlia de Mai over any of the neighboring packs? But the girl had far more tact as an adult to barrage the woman with questions. As a child she might have politely but quickly flung forth the inquires and stared expectantly as she waited for answers to rain upon her, but now, now she spoke slowly, her words soft and unhurried. “What is so different from your homeland? Tell me about where you come from, I am most interested." And she was, very interested at that, although aside from her words were which honest she showed it very little.
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