short, short, short, sorry guys!
King, so fitting a name for so arrogant a creature. Nayru cemented the name to memory and noted his glare. Although she recognized the deeper meaning she did not acknowledge it. He was an equal, a peer, albeit an overly proud one. It’s a pleasure to meet you. She thought of the proper words to say, but she had never really been proper with anyone, far too friendly for formalities. When meeting and greeting new souls Nayru always approached them as if they were friends, friends she knew nothing about and so assaulted them with questions and inquiries. Now friendliness did not stand in her way, rather she simply did not know what to do or say with him. King was the first of his kind Nayru had encountered, everyone else had always radiated warmth that she could soak up. King was cold and hard and Nayru had little no experience dealing with that. He had come up to them, so what exactly did he want?
Thankfully Gideon found his voice and Nayru smiled inwardly. The girl knew that Gideon was nervous, scared even but he even posed a question after his own introduction. Even she had failed to do that much. Nayru had questions for King, but she could sense he was not the type to submit to her usual inquisition and so she simply waited for him to answer Gideon. Easily she seated herself, still halfway between King and Gideon, wrapping her tail easily around four puppy feet and turning her cherry eyes towards King.
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