[/html]Her heart flew on without her as she stopped her fervent chase, over the borders that made her pause, and she knew simply that he was near, and he would answer her call in seconds. She held her arms close to her chest as she waited the seconds--how time would slow when he was near, making her old and gray in a matter of a minute from the enternal wait. The travel south was long, but to be there, so close, it made her impatient. At times, she would consider crossing the borders and into the boy's kingdom. What scent, what border. would keep her away from him? she would think. She would concrete the idea, resolve her moral, and as always, he would appear before the first step was taken. Even then, the temptation was there, to just walk over the line, but before she could formulate the will to do it this time, his smell suddenly came to her, and she saw the bright figure step into sight.
If waiting for his appearance drove her mad, his prescene did wonders on her. She wanted to get frustrated when he crossed his arms and looked over her, taking his time--how he dared make her wait with his playful antics! Yet, whenever any type of anger budded, it was quietly put out it. She could never stay mad at him for some reason, even when she tried to. He always brought a smile to her face, like the soft one that brushed her face now. His smooth French graced her ears, and she rolled her eyes at the spoken phrase, but her smile widened anyway, and she felt her heart beat a little faster when he took a bow. "Bonjour," she said back, the accent which she spoke with getting a bit better, though it was not as lavished as Skoll's. She had been practicing at least, and it was no longer the flatly spoken speech she had first talked with.
She took a few steps forward, and Nahyt's smile became shier as brilliant eyes shifted to the ground for a moment. "I missed you, you know." She couldn't count the number of times she would say this, but it could've been spoken a hundred more times and be no less true. She always missed him when they were apart, from the minute they would leave each other and until the point he would appear from his territory. But, maybe it was a good thing that she missed him so much--it kept her coming down south whenever she could, and it always made her excited to see him, treasuring each moment together. It was her own subtle way of telling him how much she loved him. After that said, she straightened up and flashed a small grin. "How're you, Skoll?"
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