Date: 2016-01-08 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] phinea
"Mow..vorr," Nurae repeated as she clutched it to her chest, then wiggled impatiently to be put down. "Thank you!"

Her mother breathed a sigh through her nose, as if quietly relieved that Nurae had remembered her manners. It was hard to keep track of things when she was gone so long out of the standard year. Nurae looked up at Nuro as though she continued to assess him.

"They wouldn't eat my toys. Mummae," Nurae looked up Phinea who was handing her weapon belt off to the protocol droid. "Can I have one?"

"...While I would like to give you everything, I'm afraid this is a question for your father." Phinea replied and shot Nuro a Look.

Nurae was thoughtful for a moment, then turned on her heel. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD." She yelled as she ran through the foyer door and down a hall. "WE GOTTA TALK."

"And on that note, Xhaelas has his hands full when I'm not around."
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