06-05-2011, 08:02 PM
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The way Jefferson appraised her gifts reminded her of all the representational fathers she had ever had ever imagined she had. Lilac eyes and memories of a different warrior flashed before her, and even the face of a man who loathed the very pack she was so dedicated to came to her then. They all had age on her, and experience, and certain skills and yet all had seen merit in the young girl. Wisdom and patience that shouldn't have been accumulated for years, an unfailing loyalty. The only father Jefferson did not remind her of was her own biological one. If anyone reminded her of the two toned sperm donor, it was Razekiel. And the memory of that man was more of a brother or that strange cousin one runs into occasionally. And then the man pushed to return the kindness, and Nayru knew it was wisest to allow others to give when they wished to give. None of the packs had turned down her tokens thus far and for that she was grateful. "Flowers would be nice." This was agreeable, and then she paused a moment. "Could we dig them up?" What use besides a short term décor would stems and blossoms be? If she brought them back live she could transplant them into her green house. Grow them. Yes. That seemed like a very kind gift indeed if she could find an interesting plant or two. |