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[Nayru]

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Though Nayru often times believed she led a rather mundane existence, there was no denying her ethereal and undoubtedly divine qualities. She was not a ghost nor was she a wisp, but she was certainly otherworldly, her mortal form just capable of containing her golden soul. The signs that she was not a mortal had always been there, staring blatantly in her face as she continued to pray and devote herself to silent Goddesses. The idea that she was perhaps praying to herself had never once crossed her mind nor did she think it would ever. Her discovery of her true identity would come, later though. The stars above did not see her as prepared enough to handle her destiny yet.

The tiny medic had been wandering listlessly through the territory as she always did, collecting herbs and studying the few flowers that thrived on their dangerous land. She was halfway out of it, her mind occupied by thoughts concerning a field journal in particular. There were so many varieties of plants all around her and Nayru needed to keep up. What better way to do so, she mused to herself, then expertly detail every property of the flora that surrounded her?

She had already planned out the journal she intended to keep such research in when a ghostly figure caught her eye. She was no stranger to ghosts - not after being led by one - and, intrigued, wandered closer to the fae, cerulean gaze wide. [b][color=#6b7e99]"Name and business?" Nayru would inquire softly, hesitantly, unsure if the being before her was an apparition created by her own mind or something else, something entirely itself. She would rear upon creamy haunches and wait, hoping that this stranger proved to be the latter. She had had enough of strange visions and nightmares as of late. She didn't think she could handle another.