I know you, I know you

Vesle Soul · 08-30-2010, 12:08 PM

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Anyone! Only one person, please She's in the graveyard to the south, and she's on two legs.

She moved through her packlands, and they looked at if nothing had changed at all. Nothing was new in the time she had been away, except for her. She did not know whether she was assured that it was the same as she had left it — that she had not broken it — or if she was saddened by how easily life went on, with or without her. She hadn't visited her sister and brother yet, though she was certain Conor must have told them that she had come home. Home. What was a home, anyway? She had thought it was the scent of her mother, and then she had thought it was her litter siblings and her cousins, but never had she thought it was the pack in itself. Her view on life had been narrower as her world revolved around just a few individuals. Her horizon had widened, and she saw that Dahlia was her home now, and not just one house and the individuals it housed. Even still, there were three places her paws refused to go, even if she knew that at least two of them were very safe. Instead, she wandered south, the same direction she had gone a few days back, when she had met that girl while reading. It didn't take her long until she encountered human structures (they were everywhere, anyways), and strange stones placed in rows on the ground, with human symbols carved into them. She recognized some from that book she had found. Her paws moved gingerly around the carefully placed stones as she wondered what they were for, sometimes nosing one, or stroking another where the stone was smooth and shiny. That they marked the burial site of a deceased human didn't occur to her at all as she stepped around on what some might call a holy place. She had been young when she first encountered death, and yet she knew so little about it.

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Nayru · 08-30-2010, 12:29 PM

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WEEEEE. If Vesle left before May I can change the post. Dunno the timing but it makes sense they would of seen each other in Conor’s house?

Nayru knew the scent that she caught on the breeze immediately. It had belonged to one of Conor’s wards, the ones that had lived in the house when she first arrived. Their names were somewhere in the back of her mind but as she never talked to them aside from a few clumsy greetings before summer had set in. After that the fairy child had seen them less and less, and knew even that one of them had gone away with Emwe, Conor’s brother. To smell the scent so strongly, the one who had gone missing, and trailing through Dahlia de Mai now, was interesting because it meant that one of Conor’s wayward wards had returned. Returned from months ago when she had first met her and the older girl had vanished. Where had she gone to? With expert skill she found the scent easily, and came up to Flander’s Field, the silhouette of the girl moving from stone to stone.

On two legs she approached, her own tiny feet making nearly no noise over the drying autumn grass and she cleared her throat gently as she drew nearer to warn of her approach. Which one was this one? Nayru hadn’t bonded with any of them to know for certain, but she knew her by sight. The small woman was comparable to Nayru’s own delicate figure and the cow patterned girl found this strangely comforting. Her melodic voice was friendly and soft, her crimson eyes optimistic, wondering if the woman would recognize her. She had been only a four legged runt when they had last seen one another, and now she was almost as much a woman as the charcoal figure before her. "You were away for a while."

Vesle Soul · 08-30-2010, 01:34 PM

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They left June 27th, so we're all good :3 Also: <3!

Ears moved and she turned as a voice spoke near her, gray irises fixing onto crimson ones as soon as she could find them. The little girl, another one of their "family". So strange, it was, that Conor's house seemed to be the one all the stray puppies came to. Vesle knew she had come there because he had sort of promised her mother, but this one was not related, she had been sure of it from the start. She looked so different; her furs all.. weird. No one with the name Sadira or Soul had such a pelt, and Vesle remembered thinking that it was strange. However, she was two moons older now, and in those two moons she had learned not to point at those that stood out a little. She, with her tiny stature. She had always thought she would catch up in time, but she never could stretch as far as her siblings, or Emwe and Conor. Were they her parents, or her brothers, in mind? She didn't know, nor did she know if this one was a sister. She kept to herself, and Vesle could not remember her name for the life of her. Her words struck the gray word as accusing, ears so easily interpreting words in a negative way. Was she pessimistic, or simply vulnerable? "And you've grown larger," she retaliated, as if that was an equally strange ambiguous thing to say. Interpret that! The gray girl took another breath. "What's your name again?" She blushed deeply and her fingers moved by themselves, touching each other awkwardly as she stood there, fidgeting.

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Nayru · 08-30-2010, 03:33 PM

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<3 <3 <3 317.

Cherry eyes stayed glued to the slate ones and Nayru dipped her head at the girl’s reply. Although older the girl seemed uneasy, nervous even as she wrung her hands and shifted her weight. Ever calm Nayru took it all in, accepting it for what it was and turning out her own reply in time. "Yes, I have. That happens." It was friendly but not jesting, just matter of fact. Life went on and they aged and for a while they would grow until they could grow no more. The snowy child with ebony stains all over was still growing and although she stood perhaps equal to the ashen girl now she would be only a little bit taller when she was through, still a delicate fairy child but not freakishly so.

"My name is Nayru." And that was it, no other title was offered. At times Nayru would proudly tack Dahlia de Mai onto the introduction, but surely now it was only be redundant. Without a last name no one could trace her lineage, as she had come to realized many did with the more common names in these lands. This please Nayru in a way, for aside from the story she had given Conor, no one had ever asked about her life before and it was almost as if that life had never been. The fuzzy memories of her parents and sisters were private and personal, and though no one asked she didn't feel like talking about it any longer. Even if she wished for others to know her history with a simple introduction, Nayru didn’t have any such name to give them. And so Nayru was content with that and she bowed deeply to the girl, a superior in both age and rank, and looked back up, waiting patiently but not expectantly to see if the girl would offer her own name or not.

Vesle Soul · 09-19-2010, 08:14 AM

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They left June 27th, so we're all good :3 Also: <3!

She was calm, really. Was she? Her hands proved her wrong where they played with each other in front of her. Still, was she nervous about Nayru, or something else? The air in this place.. it was not beautiful, like many of the stones were. She wished she knew their secrets, because she was certain that the secrets and stories were beautiful. "I'm Vesle. You know, Dexter and Keeleigh's sister." She looked nothing like it. Or, well, maybe she did look like Keeleigh, but Keeleigh was taller than she was, by far. And her brother was so... Soul'ish, like Emwe. Big and strong. Not like Conor, even though he was named Soul, too. She stood in silence for a moment and studied her little feet, feeling quite silly. She was a good lot older than Nayru, but she didn't look it. "Do you know what this place is? It feels strange, but all the stones are really pretty." She had yet to lay eyes on the great statue further in, and had passed her half-siblings' mounds without noticing. How little she knew about her own family.

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Nayru · 09-21-2010, 11:05 AM

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"It’s a cemetery." Nayru did know what it was. Humanities’ strange ways were becoming more familiar to her, she embraced their ruins as her riches and made use of all they left behind. In the process she learned a lot about what their lives had been like, and daily she saw that the luperci were mimicking them in many of their mannerism. Perhaps it was the fate of higher intelligence, or perhaps the humans had paved a path and the luperci simply chose to walk down it. Either way Nayru knew that answer, and she looked around at the stones as she explained. "They bury their dead under stones and carve the names into them. So they don’t forget I guess." That they went to so much trouble not to forget their dead was both comforting and strange. And that the luperci had begun to do it as well seemed almost natural. Nayru thought that when she died she would want to be burned into ash and blown away, forgotten almost the moment she ceased to exist.

"Have you ever seen anyone die?" Anyone, not anything. Nayru could now deal with the slaying of prey creatures, having forced herself to kill once she found it rather easy after all. Yet it wasn’t really the same. There was a difference, after all, between canines and other species. Even if the cat had told her otherwise.

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