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you have an understandable taste, she smiled with a tilt of her head. to have a little bit of everything, to be understood, followed, lead, to be cared for. to her, it seemed almost average, although she would not stay such a thing aloud.

a thoughtful expression clouded her features for a moment. i am nanuralaaq, snowwoman said, flicking her tail as the corners of her maw curved upwards once more. a wholesome face that then erupted into a grin. but i like you, aallajuq, so i ask that you call me rala. a nickname. tail swaying gently behind her.

what may i call you? curious. something pretty, she thought.