Nayru’s sorrow was pushed back as Vark asked again a question Nayru had already answered. Why had she killed the bug? There was nothing more than what she already had told him. Her voice took on a more solid tone this time, it grew louder in volume by just a hair, I wanted to. There was nothing behind it except that she had allowed an urge to take over. It was only after the bug was dead that any sort of moral dilemma had set in. Yet Nayru grew uneasy as Vark questioned her again, suddenly she felt that her sadness was private and so composing herself, she decided that a change of subject was in order.
It was only natural for her interest to instantly jump to his eyes. Nayru had noted earlier how they did not focus in directly, they were not bright and clear like other eyes. Yet she didn’t really know why, and it never occurred to her that asking such a direct question might be rude.
What’s wrong with your eyes? Her own bright cherry eyes peered up at him, taking the a liberty then to inspect them closer than normally polite. Yet in her youth it seemed only curious and inquisitive, rather than intrusive.
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