the disease is called love / p, nayru

[Nayru]

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[b][color=#6b7e99]”Okay, Chad... today? Today’s the day. We’re going to talk to mother and everything is going to go okay. Got it? Got it. Let’s start lighting the candles,” Nayru whispered to the tiny alligator, watching as he scurried to a far corner of the table only to return with her lighter. She made quick work of igniting the thick, white candles that surrounded her grimoire before sitting back on pale haunches and fixating her attention upon the spell at her paws. [color=#6b7e99]”Ancestors... I call upon you. I wish to speak to my Mother who perished giving birth to my sister and I. Phasmat-”

Was somebody at the door? Again?

A faint sigh fell from the lips of Nayru as she headed to her door, throwing it open in one fluid motion. Behind her, the candles continued to burn, the smell of herbs and flowers dancing in the air. Malphas? Why was he here? After his terrible health choices, the last thing Nayru expected was to see him here, looking particularly rough. [color=#6b7e99]”Sick, how?” She inquired lightly, permitting Chad to waddle up to him only to release a low hiss.

[color=#6b7e99]”Here, come in, make yourself comfortable in the sitting room. I just need to uh... clean up something,” She instructed quietly, motioning to the room lined with shelves full of herbs. With that being said, she hurried to exstinguish the flames and stash her grimoire in a desk drawer.  Did she think Malphas was creepy? No... not really. He called her beautiful, true, but Killian didn’t seem to even know her name- he only called her “pretty lady”. It was whatever, she supposed, no harm had been done thus far.

Returning to the room, she permitted a faint smile to appear on her face, [color=#6b7e99]”Let’s get down to diagnosing you, oh... and official introductions. I’m Nayru and this is Chadwick, he doesn’t bite too hard.”

/mobile! sorry for any errors!!