Nayru watched the physical transformation of X'yrin, as her anger rose and then gradually subsided. That X'yrin could control her emotions well enough, even if she did not initially mask them, was a virtue. Nayru knew too many that would react without rational thought, flying in the face of whatever or whoever upset them. Yet that was not a warrior's way and Nayru was glad that the one of the guardians of Ichika seemed to know this truth as well. X'yrin laid aside, though surely not forever, what irritated her then and focused on the present, as they both had agreed was right and proper to do.
Moving past their current words, Nayru let her eyes linger on Sarian as the woman warrior spoke. Although Nayru caught the slight hesitation at "my friend" she said nothing just then, already placing by scent who this friend was. Did Saluce then have a romantic relationship with X'yrin? And if so, did Nayru care? The lady did not even allow herself to think of an answer to that question, merely focusing on the X'yrin posed to her then. Tidings of Ichika. Samhain had gone well, though memories of the night after the bonfire were patchy, and what she could remember seemed surreal.
"Hibernal will be upon us in no time. When daylight is at its shortest." The festival had carried over from Dahlia de Mai, and Nayru was determined to make it a meaningful celebration that year with their own Ichikan spin on the day. "That is the day we hunt in our lupus bodies, like the old ways. Alone or in pairs usually, and in the evening we all feast on what the pack had collected that day. Traditionally those who do not catch food do not eat, or eat last." Again there would be a fire, and rarely did they exclude those who were unlucky in their hunt from the meal, though often there was friendly jesting by those who had provided meat. Few were left who would remember a Hibernal before. Except perhaps Saluce, who had been absent from the Dahlian gathering as Nayru remembered.
Thoughts of the brutish man prompted Nayru of X'yrin's hesitation, and still Nayru was discreet with her knowledge. Though if X'yrin were as close to the man as Nayru guessed, surely X'yrin was not unaware that the Trembley man and the lady with no surname knew one another. It was better perhaps, for X'yrin to say this aloud, though Nayru was seeing less and less reason to keep the words to herself. "And who is your friend? Are they of Ichika?" Was it not better to break whatever tension might grow between the two of them if such matters were left unsaid?