Nayru had happened upon the scrap of fabric by mere chance, tripping on it on one of her early morning walks. She was gazing at the thing with curious eyes now, typically not a fan of anything human-produced but unnaturally intrigued for a reason she could not quite pinpoint. Was this perhaps a sign from her Goddesses? An omen of what she could only hope was fortune? Or had this just been some lucky find that she had grown immediately endeared with the moment she literally stumbled upon it?

Either way, the scarf was soon wrapped around her neck. A stunning blue that matched her eyes almost perfectly, it felt natural from the very second she put it on. What Nayru did not realize as she confidently made her way back to town was the faint, white-ish gold glow she literally radiated. A new development certainly, for the tiny medic had no idea that perhaps her prayers were finally (and she meant finally) being answered. 

Feeling an almost uncharacteristic desire to show off, Nayru situated herself in a well-populated area of camp, gazing amiably at the sky as she relished in her recent find. A Goddess's Blessing? She thought to herself, a smile tugging faintly upon her white lips, Thank you.. Nayru. Farore. Din... Thank you.

Lounging around in the forest, Morgan tilted its head to the side as it almost forcibly noticed Nayru's presence. It was quite off-putting; the Tangler's presence had grown inexplicably more clear, even from as far away as the samoyed was. It headed toward town, wanting to find out whether the phenomenon was only an improvement in its abilities, or if it had come from something else.

It seemed that it was a combination. Upon reaching the nurse, the canine noted a heightened sense of where others in the vicinity were as well. However, Nayru had a wider-reaching presence indeed... somehow.

Once it was only a couple of steps away from its ally, Morgan asked, "Nay-ru, why?"

[b][color=#6b7e99]"You look idiotic," The Nurse coolly responded, her once amiable expression faltering almost immediately. Nayru, while generally of peaceful disposition, would refuse to be spoken to in such a manner. [color=#6b7e99]"I didn't ask for your less than stellar opinion and frankly, I think that you shouldn't even open your mouth if you don't have anything pleasant to say," She continued, wondering, briefly, if her father would be proud of her for handling the situation in a manner such as this one. He was always stressing the importance of acting like a princess to her and she had always been so reluctant to listen to him. Asserting herself was... well... nice. And besides, she enjoyed the scarf around her neck greatly- she wouldn't listen to anyone tell her otherwise.

Nayru's answer made no sense to Morgan, who tilted its head in confusion. It was asking about something completely different; it wondered if it asked the question wrong. The scarf-wearer's self-righteousness was lost on the dog, as were the newer feline's insults. It waited for its allies to finish their banter before thinking of what to say.

After a moment, Morgan repeated, "Nayru, why? Why strong?" It had a feeling that its question was not going to get a good answer this time either, but it had to try.

Looking to Fenrisulfr, it asked, "What is 'idiotic'?" Both of its other allies had used the word, but it knew nothing of its meaning. Its tail wagged as it wore a newfound smile under its mask, waiting for an answer from the larger Tangler.