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[Nayru]

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[b][color=#6b7e99]"I..." Nayru's voice was soft, contemplative, [color=#6b7e99]"I would love that." Her own mother had died giving birth to the tiny Medic and thus took with her to the grave any possibility of Nayru acquiring skills that she didn't teach herself- knitting included. If Amunet was willing, then the cream tabby would be as good of a student as she could and learn. It was a nicety that the mutated jaguar hadn't needed to offer but did regardless and it stirred some sort of longing within her- longing for that maternal figure that she had never once been familiarized with. She had her father, but his care for her extended only to her clairvoyant powers. Not her. Never her. The closest thing to a mother that she had ever had was one of the elderly fae designated with caring for her... but she had passed long before Nayru abandoned the Akala forest.

Beck disturbed her thoughts and earned a humorous roll of her cerulean eyes. [color=#6b7e99]"I know it's wool," She responded with a light laugh, glancing at the others who joined them. The scarf that was coiled around her neck felt less foreign to her in that moment and, proud of her accessory suddenly, Nayru puffed her chest out. [color=#6b7e99]"We all look wonderful," She decided with an affirmative nod of her head, practically glowing now as she stared at the pastel scarf intended for Fenri and the one Amunet had begun for Morgan. She emitted another laugh before continuing, [color=#6b7e99]"Who knew I'd be a trendsetter."