Mother Earth’s most favorite fruit. Nayru soaked in the compliment and grinned back up at the man. Whatever had Bris and the others uneasy about coyotes, Nayru couldn’t see it. She knew, of course, Razekiel could not represent the whole population of coyotes in these parts, he was just an individual, but if there was something inherently evil or vile about coyotes than it had not affected this one. And if it had not affected this one, then Nayru couldn’t bring herself to believe that it affected the vast majority of them. Or even any of them at all. Razekiel was pleasant and praising and his good mood took hold of Nayru, the young girl allowing unadulterated joy to creep in and take hold of her heart.
Impulsively the fairy child inhaled more deeply as Razekiel offered up the weed again, whether to please him or not she wasn’t sure, but the smoke drifted in and out of her lungs as her thoughts begun to get a little cloudy. It was a pleasant feeling, as if Nayru was letting go of burdensome thoughts that she hadn’t even realized that she had. Light and airy feeling, Nayru felt at ease, both with herself and with Razekiel. It would have been natural for her to question him further on the plant they inhaled, but it felt to her, just as natural, to completely change the subject. What’s it like to live in Inferni? Her cherry eyes were dreamy, for although she had lived a life before Dahlia de Mai the memories were fuzzy at best and any place but Dahlia seemed foreign and strange. Maybe it was, or maybe it was just the same. Nayru simply didn’t know.
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