Did Nayru regret anything?

Oh sweet, Nayru. My namesake. My darling. You are wisdom. You are knowledge. You are a golden light. You have endured too much pain for someone so young and I apologize for not answering your prayers. You see, sweet angel, it's hard to respond to yourself. I am you and you are me. I cannot exist without you and you cannot exist without me. Do you understand? You are not insignificant. You are not useless. You are [b]not your father's daughter. You are a divine entity. A holy creature. Nayru. The Goddess Nayru. You've been her all along. I've been her all along.

As she stirred in that clearing, the sun dappling her pelt, she didn't think so. She was so filled with a lightness as she rose, head tilting towards the sky. She understood. She finally understood. And where there perhaps would be bitterness - even resentment - towards her own Goddesses for hiding her identity from her, she felt nothing but this innate acceptance of herself. Her destiny. Nayru. She was Nayru. She had never been anything but the entity in which she constantly prayed to. She had never been anything but herself.

Nayru was practically glowing with a sort of other worldliness, the mortal dampening that had been locked around her soul shredding to pieces as she neared the basking Chad. She half-expected the sight that met her- her alligator companion not just himself but also outlined in something that she could only describe as a dark blue essence. An aura. Finally, she was seeing auras. She touched him only to slink back, a vision of him stirring and hissing and then rolling onto his back in his own way of demanding her affections overtaking her senses momentarily.

When the vision faded, she was met with a sharp pang of pain, her head suddenly pulsing. Idly, she was aware of a trickle of blood that had begun to fall from her nose but she was still too immersed in the fact that her powers had finally developed to acknowledge much of anything else. [color=#6b7e99]"Heir to a throne of nothing," She breathed, voice tight with pain but laced in disbelief nonetheless, [color=#6b7e99]"A lie... A lie... Goddesses, I'm so much more."

And that was when the panic set in.

First of all, she had just had a vision of the future. Chad was awake now and, as she had seen, hissed merrily before rolling onto his back just as he had when she touched him. She only stared in awe at him, the blood still dripping from her nose and her head still pounding incessantly. [color=#6b7e99]"How did I do that? What? What? Why now? I'm... a Goddess? No... I can't be. I can't be!" She was breathing fast now, not believing any of what was happening to her. How could she? Enlightened as she had been by such a discovery, she was still a child. To be told out of the blue that you were a goddess was a bit world-shaking.

Chad hissed at her and she watched in amazement as his dark blue aura shifted into an even darker blue. She could sense the concern radiating from him, could detect it in the slightest changes in his aura. He emitted another hiss and then nudged her with his scaly snout, indicating that he wished to return back to the Ghost Town. She couldn't humor him. Not yet. Even with a bloody nose and an awful headache, all Nayru could do was continue to stare at him, at his aura.

[color=#6b7e99]"Would you be proud of me, Mother?"

Rain did not recall her parents. Like the rest of her memories, the memory of who her parents had been were blank. However, there was one thing she could recall. The name Aqua. The rest was a blank in her mind.

The Rogue had been wandering about when she had come across Nayru. Concern could be seen in her blue-eyes and she walked over. "Nayru, you okay?"

Morgan stepped into view, fascinated by the discovery. Greeting Rain with a nod, the samoyed whispered, "Nayru... Nayru can [i]see[i]." The presence she gave off was different to be sure - more focused than those of most other Tanglers.

Moving closer to the Sawbone, Morgan sniffed at the air. She was bleeding; the dog figured the healer could take care of herself, but he added, "You're bleeding. Do you need something - anything?" He considered moving the blood off of her face for her, but she may have had a better idea to treat it anyway. His muted, dull aura changed its hue to match hers in an attempt to calm her if needed.

As soon as Morgan addressed her, her attention flicked from Chad to the samoyed, eyes widening. He, too, had that same sort of colorful essence around him, coaxing out a little gasp from the tiny medic. She watched as his aura shifted to resemble hers, two parts shocked that she was actually seeing such and one part grateful that he had done that. [b][color=#6b7e99]"I can see," She affirmed softly, nodding her head slowly, contemplatively. Blood had begun to trickle from her other nostril as well, the crimson contrasting sharply with the muted cream of her pelt. She still didn't pay it any mind, even as Morgan addressed it. [color=#6b7e99]"A nosebleed will go away." There were bigger, more important things to worry about anyways. 

Nayru turned to Iota then, her trance-like expression finally fading away to resemble something a bit more concerned. Her head was still pounding and her nose was still bleeding and suddenly, she realized that. Oh. A possible side effect of her clairvoyance? Her father had never told her about that. [color=#6b7e99]"Um.. I'm fine I think... My head just hurts a bit," She confessed, sounding more like herself with every word. There was still a divine lacing to her words but she diluted it as much as possible, unsure of how to tell her clanmates about the whole 'goddess' thing. It wasn't like she'd be treated any differently, especially given the high volume of god-like creatures that inhabited Tanglewood. She was just nervous and a bit hesitant to rush into the unknown. Not without experiments and tests first.

Amunet's arrival prompted a smile from the tabby, Nayru immediately feeling more comfortable now that her unofficial mother-figure was here. [color=#6b7e99]"My divine power finally came in," She explained in that soft, wavering voice of hers. Hopefully, Amunet would understood what she meant by 'divine power'. If anyone was going to learn about her new status as a goddess first, she figured it'd either be Fenris or Amunet. Victory and war. A sudden wave of satisfaction washed over her as she realized that their tiny family represented wisdom, war, and victory respectfully. How fitting, she thought to herself, how perfect.