The sudden feeling of Alaine's hands around her wrists surprised Ruri for a moment, but she did not jump or make any other sudden movements that might have indicated such to the other woman. Instead, Ruri took the time to analyze the unique texture that Alaine's hands possessed. This young mother's hands were soft, delicately boned and gentle. Ruri's own, soft-furred white hands began to instinctively feel Alaines hands, both top and bottom, palms and fingers. Alaine had promised the Dauphine that she would do her best for Sylvie, and the silver and ivory woman believed her.
It was not long before finished examining Alaine's hands that the woman noted that there would be snow coming and she inquired about nearby shelter. Half-folded ears perked momentarily as the petite woman thought. Jac's grotto was nearby, but she knew that it was far too drafty and cold for them to take shelter. On the other hand Ruri's own home was just a few minutes walk down the beach. That would likely be the best option, "We can go to my cabin. It's just a short walk down the beach. We can start a fire in the fireplace and we'll be warm in no time," the lautari replied, gripping one of Alaine's hands in an attempt to lead her to the home that she spoke of.
Long, silvery locks blew in the ocean breeze as the slender lautari led her newest friend down the beach. Each step Ruri took was along a memorized path. In fact, if Alaine looked hard enough, it wouldn't be hard to see that indeed Ruri had worn a recognizable, but small depression in the earth from her repeated use of the same, memorized route. For one with eyesight, Ruri's particular paths might seem to ignore certain short-cuts through certain areas of the lands, but most often the blind woman had ignored those shorter routes because of certain unavoidable obstacles or risky terrain. If being safe and not tripping meant taking the long way around, Ruri often chose to do so. After all, if she was really in a hurry she could run.