10-07-2010, 12:22 AM
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The behemoth was open with her, or perhaps that was just his way, but the fairy child fell into silence as the confession of past sins came forth. Saluce seemed certain that Nayru would encounter pain of all types, and on this she did not disagree, but he also felt that she would struggle to deal with them. Whether she would or not Nayru could not say, but the male suffered and he was sharing that suffering with her now. Although she had not asked, he told her, and Nayru knew, as when Gideon confided in her, she must be sensitive and give her full attention. This was not hard to do, for ever since her earliest age Nayru had been socially mature, always polite and compassionate, even before she had ever recognized the reason for these skills. Her gentle face turned toward him as he spoke, crimson eyes thoughtful.
“That surely must be a struggle to deal with, even to this day.” The almost woman hated to state the obvious but she was buying time. So rarely did others speak of such heavy-hearted issues with her, it was far easier to remain stoic with lighter matters. In one of her rare displays of affection Nayru laid her hand upon his arm. Rather than pull it away almost immediately, as was her custom even with Bris and Conor, she prolonged the experience, noting the warmth of his blood pulsing beneath skin. “No action is ever wasted if we can learn from it, and if it does not benefit you surely your experience will benefit me and my training, if that gives you any comfort.”
Withdrawing her hand she kept her eyes upon the man, hoping that he felt at least some comfort or purpose right then. If she could provide him than her existence right then was not in waste.
The behemoth was open with her, or perhaps that was just his way, but the fairy child fell into silence as the confession of past sins came forth. Saluce seemed certain that Nayru would encounter pain of all types, and on this she did not disagree, but he also felt that she would struggle to deal with them. Whether she would or not Nayru could not say, but the male suffered and he was sharing that suffering with her now. Although she had not asked, he told her, and Nayru knew, as when Gideon confided in her, she must be sensitive and give her full attention. This was not hard to do, for ever since her earliest age Nayru had been socially mature, always polite and compassionate, even before she had ever recognized the reason for these skills. Her gentle face turned toward him as he spoke, crimson eyes thoughtful.
“That surely must be a struggle to deal with, even to this day.” The almost woman hated to state the obvious but she was buying time. So rarely did others speak of such heavy-hearted issues with her, it was far easier to remain stoic with lighter matters. In one of her rare displays of affection Nayru laid her hand upon his arm. Rather than pull it away almost immediately, as was her custom even with Bris and Conor, she prolonged the experience, noting the warmth of his blood pulsing beneath skin. “No action is ever wasted if we can learn from it, and if it does not benefit you surely your experience will benefit me and my training, if that gives you any comfort.”
Withdrawing her hand she kept her eyes upon the man, hoping that he felt at least some comfort or purpose right then. If she could provide him than her existence right then was not in waste.
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