08-10-2010, 10:38 PM
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Nayru clasped the dagger, rejoicing at the lightness of it. It fit neatly in her palm, but was quickly reversed into a different position. The girl allowed this, silently acknowledging she knew nothing about wielding a weapon of any kind, including the dagger. Silently she stood, her face solemn as Saluce wasted no time accepting her request. It seemed he took her serious and felt that there was never anytime like the present to begin a task, and for a few moments Nayru mimicked the motions he made. They felt strange at first, strange like she had felt upon first shifting. Slowly that oddness of the item in her hand fell away and it was as if she wasn’t holding the dagger at all, or perhaps that she had always been holding it. It felt easy and natural. Yes, it was like dancing she decided. Dancing was something she enjoyed, often singing to herself and twirling about the room, coordinated and graceful. One must be coordinated and graceful here too, but it was all for a purpose and that made it more gratifying. Nayru soaked in all he said, although it did not all register. Her charms? She had none of those she decided, but quickness and agility had never been a problem for her and so mocking him she held the dagger as directed and was quickly before him, almost before he had finished speaking. Had she been a true attacker her speed would have given her an advantage, but not only was the experienced warrior expecting her but Nayru could not bring herself to attack Saluce with true force. Once upon him she abruptly brought herself to a complete standstill, dagger poised perfectly behind her back but that was as far as she got. Nayru looked up at the male as if truly confused. There would never be a problem with her tracking someone down, stalking them, coming upon them like a wraith, but after that? She gripped the dagger tighter, as if doing so would give her an answer, but nothing happened, and so she waited for direction from the male, her tiny heart beating quick. |