I AM NOT A PATTERN TO BE FOLLOWED // open, trespasser

[Nayru]

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[b][color=#6b7e99]"Freyja!"

Nayru did not hide her obvious distress as she stumbled from the tree she had been lurking behind, cerulean eyes wide as she gazed between her sister and Caesar. Why was she flirting with him? Nayru knew that she was the one that specialized in wisdom and all, but didn't her sister have enough common sense to know not to flirt with the enemy? A quick glance at Iota told the sawbone that she was thinking about the same thing and suddenly exasperated, tried her best to tug her sister away from the Typhooner and back to where she believed was safe.

At least the intruder had perhaps found himself caught in one of Beck's traps. To anyone not native to Tanglewood, they were scattered far and wide and proved to be rather dangerous- lethal, even. Her heart still fluttered in her chest though, causing the little medic to habitually withdraw her small dagger and clasp it between shaky paws. She didn't know how to use it - she was wisdom and knowledge after, not war and victory like her godly parents - but figured that instinct could go a long way in a situation such as this one.

Stepping behind Iota slightly, Nayru would rear upon pale haunches and aim the dagger at Caesar, feeling more comfortable when it was pointed in his direction. She held her silence, refusing to say anything more until this trespasser made his business here known.