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

In a way they all seem to complete each other. Opposites attract or so she had heard. If she and Heyel had never been paired by fate she is almost sure that she would never have spoken to him or put up with his vast arrogance, and yet because she had done so she had found a soft place in her heart for him. A friend, she would call him, and a confidante. Even if he was all the more insufferable for it. Just as one gets a bad song stuck in their head, such is the way of these relationships. Fenrir is of quiet danger, Ifrit is of salacious indifference, Seamus is relaxed, and Neirin is charming and calming. Indeed it does seem almost as if the world has cleared from shadows as he looks upon her with an open, friendly expression and she cannot say that it doesn't help to sooth her irritation at the earlier comments by his kinsmen. Well, packmate, whatever the hell they were.

"Sixteen years of such... I would think he would have learned by now." This is said with an amused grin sent to Seamus and her serious mood has lifted; it is a way to tell him that she does not hold a grudge against his pack-brother. Some people were simply born idiots who did not know when to hold their tongues. Ifrit just happened to be one of those, in Natu's opinion, but that did not mean the rest of his pack mates had to join along in her dislike of him. Besides, maybe in time he would show some redeemable qualities but who really knew?

Now she is curious as to where Neirin is going with this as she has heard no tales of Ifrit in Spirane. In fact in the past two years Spirane has been in nothing but upheaval. With the death of Moonglow and Alcide, followed by the tumultuous reign of Purge, Snowshoe, then Purge again, Natu had simply waited on the sidelines to see what would happen. It was rather a relief that Dany had come along to finally win the throne and Natu found the girl to be steady and dependable. A trait that was sorely lacking in those many months - she had been on the verge of claiming it for herself when Dany appeared. As Heyel said, there were some of old blood and that rings true in the hearts of followers. As much as she loved the mountains they could never be hers.

Before she can question it though the other two return in the quiet way of two males who have dished it out and finally figured out who was the better. Her ice blue eyes skip over them, noting the red of Ifrit's tongue and the quiet way of Fenrir. Seamus is talking now and she cannot help but smile slightly at his exceptionally excited manner; she finds him endearing, just as she finds Neirin charming in his complete delight.

The picture begins to click in her head as she watches and listens. They were here before the meteor fell. Heyel had told her about it, about the beauty of Moladion before. Yet she found it beautiful now. She couldn't miss what she had never seen. But she is distracted as Ifrit begins to talk again with his lascivious look and his words hinting at. Her ears fall back again but this time in a half-annoyed manner and she does not growl. Clearly this is a character flaw with him that she'd have to endure through the time it took to figure out what the hell she was doing here in the first place.

Fenrir interrupts it again with a growl and her eyes snap to his, seeing the way he stares so still. It does not unnerve her; she is more curious about what goes on in his skull. Although she probably wouldn't be if she thought he was having the same thoughts Infrit was thinking. With his closed manner there really was no telling what the dark wolf was like. He had a son in Spirane and then Neirin speaks and her ears prick once more with a friendly nod. "Talesin still resides there now that Daenerys reigns. Leonidis is also in Spirane. I believe he is... ahh... close with Dany." Her smile is genuine now as she catches the pale green eyes looking at her in quiet torment, a reassurance to him, to them all.

"Moonglow and Alcide have passed and the mountains have been in much unrest for the past two years or so until Daenerys took over." She adds this last bit in case any of them knew the last reigning couple, glancing quizzically to Neirin. "How long have you been away from Moladion, if I might ask?"