[Clara's calm demeanor and the way she doesn't further urge Nill to leave the semi-safety of the threshold puts the girl at ease. She focuses on her breathing for a moment, trying to get it to a regular pace, before stepping almost all the way out on to the sandy path. It takes a moment for her to realize that Clara is sending her a message, and she fumbles around with the device in her hands. She remembers the natives telling her she would see text on it, and she slowly reads the sentences.
Clara. A teacher. Those things sound... nice together.
She looks from the device to Clara's face, and her cheeks go a little pink. It takes her a moment of fidgeting with the 'berry before she finds the text function. But eventually she does, and carefully types out her name.]
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Clara. A teacher. Those things sound... nice together.
She looks from the device to Clara's face, and her cheeks go a little pink. It takes her a moment of fidgeting with the 'berry before she finds the text function. But eventually she does, and carefully types out her name.]
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