fourteen - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of sven *adopted*
this is her in blackouts

It is true that Natu is never one for such amiable light talk. There is always something weighing on her mind or some force driving her to move forward. It does not mean that she does not stop to enjoy the earth in all it's splendor. The way the sky is painted each morning and night, a canvas of the gods, or relish in the way the seasons bring new life just as they take the old life. Every morning has been more precious to her knowing that her son, adopted or not, has stayed with her and seeks her guidance. That he did not leave when given the choice for she would have stood aside and let him go; she had condemned him to a life without his real mother and she had been ready to give him back despite her fierce love for the boy. And then there was Heyel who had become a friend. It was an added bonus that their proximity helped relieve some of the burden of such events from her mind in only the way an imprint can, though she wondered just how many years she would have of his friendship.

She had been relatively quiet of late, battling her own inner demons, and had long thought on what to do for Daenery's proclamation. The idea of the former part of the task was forming in her mind, precarious, and she wondered if it should work, but the latter had simply fallen into her lap almost by mere accident. Or grand design, however one wanted to look at such things. Natu was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth - she had stumbled upon the father of one close to Daenery's and that seemed almost a sign from above that she should yet become Spider.

She has ever liked Dany since the first day of meeting her. There was a steel to her backbone and a grace to her movements. She was born to be a leader; if Natu was honest, she was quite proud of the wolfess. It was rather amusing to her to witness Purge being herded into Spirane, a threat now neutralized. Moonglow had been her Queen's parents but from one such as Natu, a third party, she held no ill will towards the usurper. She too had that longing for greatness though if she ever acted upon it she knew she would not do such here and besides, she loved the mountains. She would be happy to simply raise herself up and have Daenery's look upon her with respect and trust.

So when the Queen smiles at her, Natu's own seems to sink into her maw, a genuine smile of pleasure to be in her company. "Enough to get the blood pumping and the muscles burning." And it is true, but she enjoys this feeling when the world is hushed and most are still curled in their dens.

Judging by the way Daenery's eyes seem to widen at her news this might exactly be the news she had been searching for. Not only does she speak of Dany's brother but also her.... imprint? Love? Natu was not quite sure of their bond, only that the male was often lurking about Daenery's in her newer days as Queen. As of late his scent has faded, his presence much less noted, but to ask of such was not something she planned to do this day. It was not Natu's place to but in on a relationship anyways - she was merely to report such things to her Queen.

"I had not the chance to ask, my Queen. But I know whereabouts they linger and I have planned to seek them out again." That she would, for many reasons, and her insatiable curiosity among them. "He looked almost..." she pauses here, frowning to herself, "pained when he asked of Taliesin. As if afraid to ask or to know, which I am not sure." That might not be what Daenery's wanted to hear but it was the truth. "I do know that they support Iblis though I believe they plan to maintain their status as loners. One among them, Ifrit, claims to have been of Solevion before the meteor and he is a rather detestable character, in my opinion." Judging by the curl of distaste on her wrinkled nose, Natu wasn't kidding about that.

Now she lapses into silence to better give Daenery's a chance to absorb the information and waits for feedback.