Throughout the course of her short existence, Nayru had been told time and time again that she had had sisters, yes, but that they, along with her mother, had perished at birth. Her father had reassured her that she was a gift from the Goddesses themselves, a harbinger of peace and prosperity for their people. He had always been aware of her divine nature but had grown frustrated with her quickly, unable to understand why she was seemingly incapable of channeling the gifts she supposedly inherited. Sometimes, she had even wondered if her deceased sisters had been the ones blessed with clairvoyance- not her, not the heir to a throne of nothing.

Because of all that, Nayru had grown up in a restrained, protected place, never once being able to thrive as she should until she abandoned it. Here in Tanglewood, here in the wild, she was learning what it was like not to be a princess. She was escaping her familial duties because she knew with the utmost of certainty that there was nothing special about her. Nothing at all. Where once she had contemplated returning home, she knew now that such a possibility was out of the equation. This was home now and she'd never leave.

The tiny medic had, as usual, been out collecting herbs for her overflowing stock when she first heard her name. At first, she believed it to be some trick of the wind or even her own mind but as it continued, chattering on happily about a place called Banglehood, Nayru knew that this was a genuine anomaly. Abandoning the yarrow she had once been so keen on picking, the cream tabby quickly made her way towards the source, eyes widening as they landed upon the seal point tabby.

[b][color=#6b7e99]"Freyja," She echoed softly, her own lovely eyes studying the girl softly, [color=#6b7e99]"You're free to join, of course. My name is Nayru... was it you who said it just a few moments ago?"

Suddenly, Freyja was talking too fast for her- babbling on and on about their mother and her foster mother and the fact that they were sisters. Sisters. That was impossible... It had to be impossible. Her sisters had perished at birth, gone unnamed because his father hadn't seen the point in naming things that were lifeless from the start. Only Nayru survived. Nobody else. Nobody else. But obviously that couldn't be true, even Nayru realized this. The girl that currently danced around her had that same sort of otherworldly beauty that Nayru did... there was no denying their blatant resemblance either.

It felt as if she had been punched in the stomach, an obvious frown decorating her pale features as she tried to work through this... this... complication, for lack of a better word. Why had father hid her sister away from her? Why had he lied to her as he had? She couldn't understand - didn't want to even attempt to understand - she knew how her father was, she knew how awful he could be. This wasn't out of his realm of possibility, not in the slightest. He probably saw Freyja as something that would only prove to distract her from her training as they grew older.

What surprised her most was how happy Freyja seemed to see her. There was no bitter resentment, no jealousy, just genuine excitement to be reunited with the sister she had been parted from. She knew that if she had been placed in that situation, forced to grow up hearing about a Princess who lived a life much different than her own, she would have grown to hate her sister.

[b][color=#6b7e99]"Sister," She echoed quietly, shooting a helpless look in the direction of her clanmates, [color=#6b7e99]"I didn't know I had a sister." Her confession trembled just as she did now, cerulean eyes brimmed with a jumble of emotions. [color=#6b7e99]"Father always told me that my sisters died but... Father always told me a lot of things. He called me an Heir to a Throne of Nothing... he told me that the common people hated me," She continued, biting a lip. She was oversharing parts of her history that she kept hidden away, too afraid to come to terms with them until now. [color=#6b7e99]"Leaving Akala was a choice I had to make. They all think I'm coming back but I'm not. Um... you're glad to finally meet me? Really?" Nayru inquired, doubt clear in her voice. She had been taught to question every aspect of herself and now would be no different.

Nayru had to feign a weak smile as her sister so charmingly babbled to their clanmates. Banglehood, goddesses above where did she learn that one? She was halfway tempted to correct her but hesitated. Freyja was so visibly happy in knowing that this place was called Banglehood and, admittedly, the tiny medic wasn't too keen on taking that away from her. They had only just met and she already felt a strange sort of protectiveness over the girl. Despite being small and delicate and oh so frail, Nayru realized with astute clarity that if things came down to it, she'd gladly fight  for her.

She still gasped softly as Freyja touched her though, not used to such gentle comfort exhibited by one of her family members. [b][color=#6b7e99]"You're a blessing from the Goddesses themselves," Was all she could manage to begin with, blinking away tears that had started to collect in the corners of her eyes. [color=#6b7e99]"They don't hate me? I... I find that hard to believe. I was supposed to see the future for them, to protect them from impending doom by adjusting. Adapting. My powers never developed and I don't even think they exist. I was hardly in the public light either... Father ensured that. I... I don't know how to feel." All her life she had been pressured and forced to do things that she had not wanted to. She had never wished to be a princess. She had never wished to bear the weight of her people's needs. She had never wished even to have the same name as a Goddess. That's why she had left, telling everyone and convincing her father that she would return once they developed. She had lied to them.

And yet, they still loved her.

[color=#6b7e99]"I'm so glad that you're here," Nayru finally decided, [color=#6b7e99]"I'm so glad that you exist."