Songs of the Fallen

Nayru · 04-20-2011, 12:50 PM

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Sorry for the wait. eek. This post sucks. 523 . >.<

Nayru was here and there, up and down the borders, around Wolfville and the Victorian house should anyone try looking for her. Few came. Saul and Siku had both sought her own, but the others seemed to accept Conor’s absence with less questions. Which was fine. Nayru didn’t know how to explain it to any of them. She still had not formally addressed the issue, had not announced that he was gone gone gone and never coming back if anyone should still think that. Where ever their old leader had gone, he wasn’t amoung them anymore and Nayru was unsure if she had the rallying powers he had. Other packs still distrusted Dahlia de Mai because of the terror Haku had dragged them all through, and Conor had cleaned up as best he could, still Nayru felt she was left with a half ship wrecked group. The damage from the snowstorm was still evident and though warm weather allowed them to rebuild there were many areas that were left unattended. The vineyards, Saluce’s workshop, several buildings no one had used before so why fix them now? There was little to do just yet except move up and down the pack lands, keeping an eye on what she perceived to be ruin, because it was left on her shoulders to be the guardian of it all.

Ruby eyes kept watch over it all, and surely no further damaged was done to the lands. No intruders came, no more disasters fell upon their heads and even though it wasn’t likely to get any more desperate Nayru was at times afraid to leave. What if when she did step off the lands everything fell apart? What if she left, just for a few hours, and Gideon and Saul fled in those few unattended moments? It was this illogical fear that forced Nayru to abandoned Dahlia de Mai that day. Like any challenged she had to prove herself wrong, prove herself capable and able. And even though she did not go far, she forgot Dahlia de Mai as she stole into the dark forests of Ethereal Eclipse. Like a safetly blanket, blocking out the worries of the outside world, the shadows enclosed her and everything she had was devoted to that moment.

It was in that moment she heard the strange language. The accent though was familiar and caused a slight stir in her heart. Almost like a longing, but Nayru quickly reminded herself she missed no one and perked her ears up further to better catch any words that came her way. None did and stealthily she made her way to the source of the sound. The woman seemed frustrated almost, or despondent but it was hard to know what the matter was as Nayru couldn’t decipher the foreign words. Coming up closer she was sure that the woman could sense her by now, but the stranger didn’t turn to make eye contact just yet. Her musical voice was, as always, so soft that it almost seemed she hadn’t spoken but the words came solely from an external source. “I don’t understand what you said, miss.”

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