07-15-2010, 11:13 AM
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Nayru listened solemnly to Liliana’s comparison of the two coyotes she had met. The first description seemed on par for the general sentiment of coyotes around Dahlia, but the second aligned more with Nayru’s personal beliefs. Although she couldn’t be sure, coyotes were probably just like wolves, as Liliana said. Some outwardly bad, most good, and everyone just confused about who was who and what was what. After all, Liliana was a dog, or part dog anyway, and she was not so very different from Nayru. Outwardly perhaps the woman looked strange, or maybe Nayru looked strange, but inside they both were brimming full of energy and good thoughts. It was not one’s skin that made them, Nayru knew that. Inside the sack of flesh and bone all creatures contained tiny amounts of the universal energy, energy that connected them to the earth and to one another, whether anyone else realized this or if Nayru was the only one. Nayru nodded when Liliana finished speaking, although she did not say anything. Nayru did not tell what Bris had told her about the war, it was best to bury that past and let it decay and be forgotten. Instead she brightened, a smile spreading on her face and a wag of the tail to shake off the serious mood the conversation had seemed to take. "Do you want to see anything more?" Nayru turned, indicating they should vacate the wine cellar. Dahlia had many other buildings; Wolfville and Berwick were a wonderland of forgotten treasures and abandoned human artifacts, the shacks in the vineyards of St. Pepin’s were nothing compared to what lay deeper into Dahlia. Of course Liliana didn’t know this and Nayru didn’t exactly explain, she only moved up the stairs and back into the sunlight, looking back to see if Liliana followed. |