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N A Y A T I It had been herbs that had drawn Nayati to the meadow. She had few, truly useless duties as a nurse, but her mother was the Moon Doctor and so she took them seriously nonetheless. If there was any particular talent Nayati had, it was searching out and extracting herbs. So she had been traveling ever since meeting Vadim on the beach, collecting as she went, Rathunax her eyes and ears when nights were long and dangerous and predators on the prowl. She had never stopped to question the tugging on her chest, the weird compulsion that drew her to the Meadow. Her mind had been a loop of ingredients, abilities, drawbacks. Simple thoughts that contented her in her solitude until her inevitable return home with her bundle. So she was swayed with the subtlety of the wind, not even realizing her path was not truly her own until Rathunax was kicking into gear in her head. "Lots of horses. Big, weird thing in Meadow." Nayati lifted her head in surprise, big red eyes blinking into the distance. To say she was not curious would have been a lie, and the snapshot images Rathunax relayed to her certainly showed nearly the entire population of Helovia. And though Nayati did not like to be so crowded, she simply had to know. Especially when Rathunax gave a triumphant cry above the din of voices and commands. "Res! Quil!" Nayati smiled to herself, joy blossoming in her breast as she realized that Quilyan had returned, after all. A voice drew her from her musings, soft and stuttered. It reminded Nayati a lot of herself, before she met Vadim, and how she still often was. Turning to face him, her face spread in the softest, most inviting and encouraging smile she could muster for the handsome blue-hued stallion. "Hello, Maitimo," she whispered back to him, rose eyes warm. "My name is Nayati. I'd love to be your partner. Lets go somewhere else, huh?" It was clear the stallion was uncomfortable with all the people, and Nayati herself was seriously fretting in her own way. But the few times she was capable of being strong was when it was for another person. Nayati and Maitimo! |
the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
