Running thoughts

Nayru · 01-30-2011, 02:40 PM

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Liliana's words of praise reached Nayru's ears and practiced in her humility and manners she bowed her head, accepting the compliments with grace. "Thank you." And that was all, because the two of them could go back and forth talking of what qualified for perfection all day. For Nayru it was an obtainable goal, one that might eventually drive her mad trying, and the girl couldn't help but constantly strive for it. To settle for anything less felt like failure. The ebony and ivory coated woman wished to be the perfect huntress, perfect scout, perfect warrior. Perfect pack mate. She knew that it was impossible, but less so if she let a few things go. Nayru did not need to be a perfect herbalist or horticulturist, it was only a hobby and a hobby that the pack could perhaps utilize it was one that she could pass on or share with another and that was okay with her. Nor did she wish to be a perfect artist, although she would always work on bettering her carvings when the opportunities presented itself.

Nayru smiled again as Liliana once more praised her home. The greenhouse had been a lucky find, and she wondered if any of the other pack members would have thought to turn the structure into a home had they run across it first. Yet it seemed that they mostly preferred the western end, so that Nayru kept it to herself did not make her feel selfish. The rest of the garden was still open to them if they only knew how to enter it, and slowly but surely they were learning the secrets or Nayru was showing them. "Alright, let's go then." Slowly she made her way back to the entrance, holding the door open for Liliana and closing it behind them as they once more stood out in the snowy garden, the temperature drop quite notable once they were outside of the warm air of the green house.

Nayru moved up to the horse and patted her gently on the nose. "Sorry to keep you waiting." It no longer seemed strange to speak to Grace so, although she could bring herself to do so with any other non-canine creature. Other animals still seemed just creatures or prey, or just creatures, but Grace was an extension of Liliana. Grace had a personality that Nayru had come to know and the horse was the lone exception in the girl's mind. Moving past the large hoofed beast, Nayru led the way back to the door of the garden. Past the decayed tool shed, the rotten wood frozen with frost. Further they once more passed the koi pond, the carp like fish frozen fast in the water or barely surviving right below the thick layer of ice. And finally they moved past the old playground, until when Nayru turned she could no longer see her green house tucked away in the trees and shrubs planted long ago by some careful and meticulous human gardener.

Pushing open the door and holding it open for her guest, she close it tight once they had cleared the entrance, the opening quickly disguised once more by the thick layer of vines that climbed the tall stone walls. The journey back was just as long as it had been coming and they kept silent for most of it. They skirted Demon's Trail, though came as close as they could so that they wouldn't have to cross the river which was frigid and unpleasant so late in the season. They traveled through Berwick once more until they came out yet again at the vineyards and then to Flander's Field where Nayru had greeted Liliana. Turning to her friend she smiled broadly, and in a rare show of affection she pulled the woman into a quick embrace. "Your visit, as always, was a pleasure. Please do come back Liliana, and I promise when I find time I will make my way out to Aniwaya again. Take care on the ride home." Nayru pulled away and stepped back, lingering there for the parting words of her friend.

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