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Nayru watched interestedly as the cat regarded her, ears perked and eyes wide to the cat’s relaxed appearance. His emerald eyes seemed unconcerned and unaffected by her words as he coolly regarded her spouting off her reasonings. Clearly he did not agree with her, and Nayru felt that they would have to just accept a stalemate. Perhaps they were too different to relate to one another: different ages, different genders and different species as well. Nayru saw his points, but never could she live by that reasoning. Good manners and social protocol demanded that the child recognize and respect the borders of wolf packs. If Element could get away with ignoring the way the wolves lived that was his fortune, it was not and never could be her’s.
Nayru was tempted to resort to her default question of Why? or Why Not? but she held back. Her parents had not a home and they had been happy. Her father loved freedom fiercely, second only to the love he had for her mother. Her mother had been less in love with the nomadic lifestyle, but had been more than pleased to go along for the ride with her father. Nayru imagined that when she went missing they would have mourned her and searched but moved on, as they were always doing. Moving on, that was their motto. Move On and Let Go. Nayru understood that some souls were apt to roam, but her parents had had each other, and their children. Nayru had all of Dahlia de Mai. Who or what did Element have?
"Don’t you get lonely?" Nayru loved the lands of Dahlia de Mai, yes. She could give-up the lands if she had to, there was something deeper that drove her to protect the pack. The two toned girl loved the pack members and the energy that everyone put into the pack. It was a life of its own, their collective energy and Nayru didn’t think she wanted to give that up. Yet how express that to Element? She could not. Could not explain how it was not the individual, but the whole that filled her. That kept any emptiness from eating away at her. It was the same how her father and mother provided that for each other, a connection of hearts. The best she could do was to compare that lack of feeling to loneliness.
Nayru watched interestedly as the cat regarded her, ears perked and eyes wide to the cat’s relaxed appearance. His emerald eyes seemed unconcerned and unaffected by her words as he coolly regarded her spouting off her reasonings. Clearly he did not agree with her, and Nayru felt that they would have to just accept a stalemate. Perhaps they were too different to relate to one another: different ages, different genders and different species as well. Nayru saw his points, but never could she live by that reasoning. Good manners and social protocol demanded that the child recognize and respect the borders of wolf packs. If Element could get away with ignoring the way the wolves lived that was his fortune, it was not and never could be her’s.
Nayru was tempted to resort to her default question of Why? or Why Not? but she held back. Her parents had not a home and they had been happy. Her father loved freedom fiercely, second only to the love he had for her mother. Her mother had been less in love with the nomadic lifestyle, but had been more than pleased to go along for the ride with her father. Nayru imagined that when she went missing they would have mourned her and searched but moved on, as they were always doing. Moving on, that was their motto. Move On and Let Go. Nayru understood that some souls were apt to roam, but her parents had had each other, and their children. Nayru had all of Dahlia de Mai. Who or what did Element have?
"Don’t you get lonely?" Nayru loved the lands of Dahlia de Mai, yes. She could give-up the lands if she had to, there was something deeper that drove her to protect the pack. The two toned girl loved the pack members and the energy that everyone put into the pack. It was a life of its own, their collective energy and Nayru didn’t think she wanted to give that up. Yet how express that to Element? She could not. Could not explain how it was not the individual, but the whole that filled her. That kept any emptiness from eating away at her. It was the same how her father and mother provided that for each other, a connection of hearts. The best she could do was to compare that lack of feeling to loneliness.