I will be gone for about two weeks, so don’t rush Jassy poo!
More than mindful of her surroundings, Nayru sat still as stone as the strange creature approached her. Although it had only been spoke about briefly she knew that the creature who approached and the creature that she was were the same kind of creature, though shape differed considerably. Yet she had yet to see anyone shifted before and the sight was startling. Nayru’s eyes widened the closer the two legged canine came to her. Could she really turn her body into something like that? It seemed implausible, but her mother had told her about shifting and Nayru couldn’t recall a time her mother had ever lied. One day she would try, was it hard? Did one just do it? Maybe she should have asked more question when her mother had been teaching her and her sisters, but Nayru had been preoccupied at the time. If she recalled correctly there had been the pressing matter of Farore’s ear to chew upon.
The werewolf, a woman rather, spoke then and Nayru was so transfixed that she didn’t answer right away. Her scarlet eyes took in every detail, from the bandages to the mismatched eyes. The woman’s voice was friendly and warm and Nayru let the sound of it wash over her like a wave. Then, like a rubber band stretch to taunt, she snapped back to life, realizing that she had let a good long moment lapse as she stared rudely at the woman. Oh! Uh... What had she asked? Where did she come from. Well that was a silly question to be certain, Nayru thought. I came from my mother. As did all wolves, and Nayru didn’t think that this woman didn’t know that. Unless no one ever told her. Or maybe there was another way for life to form. Magic perhaps. Maybe this woman didn’t think she was real, maybe Nayru appeared ghostly or as a dream to her.
And then a really scary thought came to her. What if she were a dream? What if she only existed when her dreamer was asleep, thinking about her? Yet then her whole world was part of that dream, and since this world was all she knew, it wasn’t so awful. She didn’t know what she was missing out on in anyone else’s dream. Suppose though the dreamer forget to think about her, just her. Would Conor notice her missing one day when she wasn’t being dreamt about? Or would Conor have forgotten her too, since she was no longer part of the world. The idea trouble her and her small brows knit together in concentration. In order to bring herself back to the woman at hand she spoke. I had two sisters too. There! That seemed relevant.
Again Nayru’s eyes swept the woman, and landed on the bandages. Was it bad? Nayru was at first scared to ask, for what if the woman answered and said, yes, the wounds were fatal? That would be hard news to take. But no, she was alive now and it seemed likely that had the wounds been fatal they would have killed her already. So Nayru, in her sweet inquisitive voice, settled upon another question. Who hurt you? It seemed more than important. If Nayru knew who did this, perhaps she could stay away from him or her. Or one day even avenge this woman, who was part of her pack and perhaps her first friend besides Conor.
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