01-26-2011, 07:15 PM
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Nayru simply smiled as Niro explained his reasons behind the pack he belonged to. His sister had chosen it seemed, and chosen because of her affections for a male. Although the girl couldn't really understand the sentiment of choosing one's home for the sake of another perhaps it was not so strange a concept. What was home other than a place where those one loved gathered? Nayru had not chosen Dahlia de Mai for any reason other than someone had left her at the borders, but she had grown to love the land, and love the inhabitants just as much. If she had to choose between the actual lands of Dahlia de Mai and the souls that lived there Nayru wasn't sure which would end up being the closest to her heart.
The man continued, matching her fact with an explanation of his own pack's title. The similarities, not only in the language chosen for the packs but the intention behind those titles, struck Nayru and she wondered if any of the packs were really as different as they seemed from one another. Yet she did not have much time to ponder this for Niro continued on and it seemed that there game was at an end. He had no more facts to tell her and it seemed he grew weary of waiting for children who might never come. Nayru couldn’t blame him, although her patience was almost limitless, and she offered him a consoling smile.
"Perhaps another day they will hear your call and come to greet you." Perhaps or perhaps not. Nayru didn't know how the children felt about a father they probably did not know very well, but there was nothing to say it was their own decision not to come and see him now. Bowing her head to the male once last time, her voice was still cheerful, even with the knowledge that today Niro would have to walk away disappointed. "Goodbye Niro, it was a pleasure to speak with you." And the woman sat there, waiting until the man made his way out of her sights.
Nayru simply smiled as Niro explained his reasons behind the pack he belonged to. His sister had chosen it seemed, and chosen because of her affections for a male. Although the girl couldn't really understand the sentiment of choosing one's home for the sake of another perhaps it was not so strange a concept. What was home other than a place where those one loved gathered? Nayru had not chosen Dahlia de Mai for any reason other than someone had left her at the borders, but she had grown to love the land, and love the inhabitants just as much. If she had to choose between the actual lands of Dahlia de Mai and the souls that lived there Nayru wasn't sure which would end up being the closest to her heart.
The man continued, matching her fact with an explanation of his own pack's title. The similarities, not only in the language chosen for the packs but the intention behind those titles, struck Nayru and she wondered if any of the packs were really as different as they seemed from one another. Yet she did not have much time to ponder this for Niro continued on and it seemed that there game was at an end. He had no more facts to tell her and it seemed he grew weary of waiting for children who might never come. Nayru couldn’t blame him, although her patience was almost limitless, and she offered him a consoling smile.
"Perhaps another day they will hear your call and come to greet you." Perhaps or perhaps not. Nayru didn't know how the children felt about a father they probably did not know very well, but there was nothing to say it was their own decision not to come and see him now. Bowing her head to the male once last time, her voice was still cheerful, even with the knowledge that today Niro would have to walk away disappointed. "Goodbye Niro, it was a pleasure to speak with you." And the woman sat there, waiting until the man made his way out of her sights.