In any home, like a small shining corner of light in an ocean of silent dark depths, there is always a hearth or that personality to whom we can fix the status of a beloved. In this case, we are not only talking about emotions and feelings that flood the heart and flood all parts of the body, but also about an intellectual or at least elevated by a hot poetic imagination state of the brain, which allows in the eyes of that particular person to behave in a way that, regardless of its absurdity or evasiveness, will always have either an immediate effect or a fleeting game of cat and mouse with a clear end in advance.
Emotion and reason, the sharp blinks, the movement of the eyelashes and the beating of the heart with the beads of sweat on the forehead, all are in one way or another interconnected and have as their purpose, in the ontological nature of their essence, the inculcation of the habit, in theory, of the innumerable parties to a given spiritual agreement to preserve, strengthen, value and protect those sacred bonds, the course and evolution of which all sentient organisms and races commonly refer to as love. In this case, for Neryn, this abstraction or rather concept was far from new, but it was not as new as the world, having been rejected many times, with occasional short-lived relationships, any impulse and desire to maintain the relationship and accept the person with all her soul was met with great skepticism from the girl. The more so after Singing Fire had left her and Neryn, if one could say so, had come as close as possible to the notion of an ordinary girl, so it was almost impossible to expect any special, even isolated successes, at least in theory.
What had actually happened was a slight question mark for Neryn, and it was possible. And the question is not how and why this relationship appeared at all, but rather how openly and calmly she treated it, as if the possible palette of tastes and images available to the thoughts and fantasies of a mature girl had no boundaries among us, nor among the views and even more so among the styles of decoding and searching for agents of love.
Neryn, having once again spent a whole week in the middle of nowhere, and having described it all with a brief sentence "I wanted to get new emotions" in a state like a puppy dazed by thunder and heavy rain, but at the same time very cheerful, returned to some semblance of home, and now tried to think how her entrance would look better and how she could better please one of the most beautiful women in her life
"My dear, I am home, got little lost in a very interesting wilderness on backwater world, please forgive me!!!"
Time, as a force of its own magnitude keeps moving on till the ends of time since the unknown beginning, bringing eventual changes, into the lives of mortals and their kin. Who could've imagined how this meeting would develop in the future, relying only on the following statement, which Neryn made, when first seeing Draco couple of years ago:
Appearing out of nowhere, as if she wear afraid to be late like it was her last day of living, wearing her simple green dress and sunny ish type hat, Neryn sat down in front of Draco, with simple words of gratitude and respect.
"I am really thankful for you giving me some time to introduce myself. I'll keep it short, name's Neryn, i joined this house few weeks ago, still getting used to all the norms and my hobby is travelling to countless worlds and collecting ancient knowledge. What about you?"
Draco Miles
Naivia Neryn
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