Like a knife to the throat

Nayru · 12-06-2011, 04:25 PM

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This day progressed like all others. The sickness came in waves. Some days were better than others and she spent them searching for items, searching for a more permanent place than her various sleeping spots. It was perhaps this nomadic way of life, within the borders of Ichika, that had made her harder to find. It was the short excursions outside of the pack boundaries, to who knew where, that perhaps kept her from ear shot. Despite the instinctive nesting, the search for a den or home, the unending hunger, Nayru was still skilled at ignoring the growing bulk of her belly. It was this task, ignoring her predicament, she was engaged in as she sat underneath the vines, hoping the snow will soon fall thick, when she heard her name being called out.

Yet though the sickness came onto her again today, but the time Jace found her, resting in the vineyards now empty of work, it had subsided and Nayru pulled herself to her tiny feet. The woman seemed in a rush, but ever the controlled lady that she was Nayru did not skip the customary bow to her friend. "Namaste Jace. Slow down." The lady unclasped her hands from in front of her and peered at the woman with concern. An incident? Nayru let no emotion over take her, though her mind raced through what the possibilities might be. A death? So soon after Arye's? A fire? No, she would have smelt smoke. Something else then… Jace came to her as was proper though, one of her council, and Nayru addressed her with her proper title. "What is it my Yakuso? " The Jiryu let her soft smile slide away, allowing her mood to match Jace's own so that the lady would feel more comfortable in whatever words it was she had to speak.

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