“..follow you to the border?” she parroted back, her lips down turned as she continued to watch Angelo play. “My craft makes your kind a might jumpy, friend,” Naya informs, recalling the last time she had crossed over the border in search of herbs that only blossomed there. She had very nearly been burned at the stake for being a witch and it wasn't an experience she was looking to repeat anytime soon.

Naya would never understand that about the light children. How could you embrace magics like nature, elemental, or healing, but completely disregard blood magic or necromancy? They were two sides of the same coin, yet the people who lived in the sunlight seemed to have disregarded the dark arts completely. How tedious.

The armored creature chooses this moment to introduce himself, baring his teeth in an open mouthed smile. The light comes through just right, bouncing off his fangs menacingly and oh--[i]weren’t they just darling?[/i]

“Oh, shiny,” Naya breathed, stepping close to Alistar and rolling up onto her tiptoes so she could have a better look at his fangs. A lot of vampires she met were stingy with their smiles, so the witch rarely got to get a good look at their teeth. “How much longer do you reckon they are than human teeth?” She murmurs to herself, reaching up and prodding them gingerly, careful not to cut herself. Damn, if only she had brought her measuring tape!

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Naya’s head snaps towards her shop, green eyes searching for the source of the clamor. If those wolf pups from up the road were throwing rocks at her windows again she was going to skin them and make their pelts into shoes! Her gaze lands on a vaguely familiar figure, prodding at something on the ground just outside her front door with a stick. “Excuse me,” Naya says politely, which is an odd paradigm shift seeing as how she’s still got her fingers in a stranger’s mouth. “I’ve got a, erm...friend that needs seeing to.”

She makes her way back to the shop, her boots thumping loudly against the brick streets of the town’s courtyard. The brunette stops a couple of feet away from the slightly translucent creature, studying him as he continued to poke at what looked to be one of her bird skulls, his murmurings unintelligible under the sounds of Angelo’s playing. 

“Everything alright, specter?” she asks, crouching down to cup the little skull in her hands, thumb grazing over the left half where a chunk of it had broken off. How had this even gotten outside? “Not much use for these old things,” she hums, glancing up to the shadowy space where the phantom’s face should have been. “...but they’re sort of sweet, right? I like to braid them into my hair sometimes,” she admits with a wink. 

They’d never really spoken before, but the apparition had appeared in the shop once or twice to look at the skulls. He seemed especially fond of the little ones. Naya didn’t mind, it was actually quite nice to have company sometimes, especially one that appreciated her more macabre trinkets.

Naya untied the laces on one of her boots, pulling the string free and swiftly looping it through the still intact eye socket on the right side of the skull, knotting the ends together securely. “It should be easier for you to pick up now, specter,” she says, standing up and extending her hand, giving the makeshift necklace a little jiggle as she held it towards him. “Why don't you try it now?”

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