thirteen - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of none
this is her in blackouts

She is not alarmed at the rumbling growl that parts his lips. In any case she would have done the same yet it is hard for her to approach with even a hint of welcome when her mind teeters so close to the edge. She can feel it, the way her eyesight goes in and out and the odd feeling of 'falling' that makes her muscles clench in anticipation. By now she had gotten good at reading the signs of an impending blackout and sometimes, not always, she is able to close her eyes and push herself onto a more solid point of sanity. The bond with Heyel helped although she had not seen him since that fateful day in the fields. Just because she didn't much care for his attitude didn't mean that the bond would sever so she had begun to use it. To focus on that point in her chest where they were bound eternally - or until death - and center herself around it. And then she would stuff in memories of her time with Sleekwing and the burgeoning feelings for him but in would come her guilt. Guilt at killing a child (who is not really dead) and stealing another. So much suffering at her paws.

Now those clear blue eyes turn to V and cling to him like a lifeline. Focus, focus, focus. The spinning inside of her begins to abate and a sigh escapes her lips. Yes, Natu is a lovely creature, a broken spirit but from broken things so much can flourish. A better garden, a better world, a better soul. Stronger and determined. That is how she saw herself; her blackouts were just a reminder of the tear inside of her. A tear she had fastidiously begun to mend.

My lady. Now her lips curl into a smile, quite pleased by the wording. Not many used such polite etiquette in these lands and she apprecaited it. Much better than being called Chicka as Heyel had said and thus causing some ruffled furs. Maybe she had pegged him wrong. Though he has the wiry look of a loner she assumed that his presence at the borders of Iromar indicated a sour intention.

"Please forgive me then. I am not quite myself today and I should have paid more atetntion. Assumptions usually tend to lead to trouble, don't they?" She smiles at him once more before stepping past him - at a short distance just in case - before bending down to lap at the chileld water. "I was refering to the pack in the marshes over there. They are not of my favorites." A dark look passes across her face before she blinks it away. "Although they may have made a better impression than I have so far. I am Natu, of Spirane, a mountain pack of these lands. What may I call you?"