DRILL ME TO THE FLOOR ☆ "beauty salon"

[natyli r.]

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NATYLI ROUX
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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #76b8cc; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]COME AND FLY AW[color=#6897be]AY WI[color=#628ab9]TH ME

Since assisting Keona with a little lemonade and water stand, the growing chimera had grown accustomed to lingering outside the tavern. 

It was the easiest place to find someone to bug, as well as the perfect area to take a seat and watch the passing and goings of her crewmates when she felt so inclined.  Not that she didn't notice the uncomfortable looks she got sometimes when she stared too long or intently at someone.  She was just a curious girl after all.  Besides, it was difficult to create a Friend for someone if she didn't know what they looked like.

Distracted by a ball of yarn she'd brought out with her, Natyli almost didn't notice her mother and uncle's unusual setup.  She may not have at all, if her ears hadn't perked up at the sound of them arguing over color.  Bemused, her eyebrows promptly rose.  At least it didn't sound like an actual fight.  Just something petty.

For a moment, she simply stared at the two with ever owlish eyes, ball of yarn completely forgotten.  A... Salon?  "Um."

Hesitantly, she crept up into the crowd, peeking closer.  You're kidding.  With a blink, Natyli simply plopped her rump on the sandy ground and opted to observe the chaos, whiskers twitching.

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