05-05-2011, 01:20 PM
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Dated for the 3rd. For Honey and James! 318
The travel time from Phoenix Valley to Anathema was not much, and Nayru found her mind to be completely empty as one foot fall after another brought her to their borders. Only upon arriving did her brain began to churn out ideas and images that had been slumbering perhaps, or at least sleepy and unwilling to make themselves known just moment prior. The lands were as she remembered, and the markings about the borders told her that Naniko still reigned as queen, which was a comfort to the piebald woman. The cold, stern woman gave an air that was discomforting at times, perhaps it was only that Nayru recognized in Naniko the cunning and calculating nature she herself possessed. Yet the lady had been kind to her and sent her home with gifts for Conors, gifts that she did not know if they had gotten passed onto Eclipse or taken wherever the man had gone. It did not matter. It was high time to return the deed and Nayru was prepared to do so.
Settling the bag at her feet she breathed in heavily. This would be the last true meeting and it was a relief. Still, there was one stop left to make after this and Nayru was more hesitant at the idea of that one than any other. It would be unwise to drag this one out longer than needed, but the urge lingered. Shaking away the idea she threw back her head, parting her ebony lips for what she presumed to be the last time until she settled back in Dahlia de Mai. Her called floated out, high pitched and lovely, a strange song meant for the ears of the leaders only but available to any who could answer her. That task accomplished she settled back on her heels, always alert and ready but prepared to wait and linger for as long as it took.
The travel time from Phoenix Valley to Anathema was not much, and Nayru found her mind to be completely empty as one foot fall after another brought her to their borders. Only upon arriving did her brain began to churn out ideas and images that had been slumbering perhaps, or at least sleepy and unwilling to make themselves known just moment prior. The lands were as she remembered, and the markings about the borders told her that Naniko still reigned as queen, which was a comfort to the piebald woman. The cold, stern woman gave an air that was discomforting at times, perhaps it was only that Nayru recognized in Naniko the cunning and calculating nature she herself possessed. Yet the lady had been kind to her and sent her home with gifts for Conors, gifts that she did not know if they had gotten passed onto Eclipse or taken wherever the man had gone. It did not matter. It was high time to return the deed and Nayru was prepared to do so.
Settling the bag at her feet she breathed in heavily. This would be the last true meeting and it was a relief. Still, there was one stop left to make after this and Nayru was more hesitant at the idea of that one than any other. It would be unwise to drag this one out longer than needed, but the urge lingered. Shaking away the idea she threw back her head, parting her ebony lips for what she presumed to be the last time until she settled back in Dahlia de Mai. Her called floated out, high pitched and lovely, a strange song meant for the ears of the leaders only but available to any who could answer her. That task accomplished she settled back on her heels, always alert and ready but prepared to wait and linger for as long as it took.
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