The land flew beneath her paws in a blur and once again Natu became one with the wind, her sleek figure stretching to it's furthest limits and her body thrilling beneath the loving touch of air. Ice blue eyes are hooded to keep the wind from bothering them as she lopes with a brilliantly helpless grin on her face, her tail wagging furiously at intervals and causing her to slow each time lest she throw her body off balance and fall down. Then again a good roll in some flowers wouldn't hurt anything because today, well, was glorious. The darkness that had hovered over her and pushed her to her travels across Molodian had come to a screeching jaw-dropping end the moment Ravenna had come loping with a familiar silver and black boy with bright eyes. Sven. Grayson, now, he called himself, and she had been overwhelmed with a bone rending relief then a soul lifting joy. She had been angry for but a moment because what was anger when her son had come back from the proverbial dead?

Things had begun to fall into place once more it felt like, remembering the way Ailith's sides had fairly popped with life and the sudden appearance of Sleekwing, the touch of his cheek and her own return press in excitement. She had been so happy in that moment, her fear of his hatred drifting away in the softly jesting voice of his and she knew that Ailith would be happy once more. How could her friend not be with children at her paws? She so loved Natu's own and it would only grow tenfold with her own kith and kin.

She makes a running leap and splash into a small creek near the lower borders of Spirane, landing with a playful snap at the water and the silvery tail of a fish as it darts away in terror. She feels.. alive and young once more. If Ankh could see her now the girl would have a fit of excitement to play in the presence of this uplifted Natu. She stands in the creek with the water up to her hocks and drops glistening from the ends of her fur and along her muzzle. Natu thrusts her head into the air and calls for Sleekwing, a joyful call that asks him to please hurry and that she needed to talk, to let it out and he had been saddened at Sven's death.

They had known each other for a long time. She could see the way he had blamed himself for Sven's death yet he had nothing to be blamed for. It was her. It was always her, wasn't it? She waits there with a wide stance, pricked ears, bright eyes, and a bursting smile, ready to spill the good news.