Echoing, Echoing. [Closed to Abby]

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She fairly floated to Religion Row, buoyed by the excitement of having another draenei aboard. She wasn't alone! It would be okay! There would be two of them to carry on their people's legacy instead of it all falling on Nehaalista's head. And the best part of it all...

...THEY COULD COMPARE HOOVES AND PHILOSOPHIES OF THE LIGHT! Or argue about the place of the elements in the grand spectrum of their society, but she'd sat at Farseer Akirum's side long enough to get two lifetimes out of that.


Nehaalista stopped at Aibghalien's transporter and stared at it. Oh, she didn't like using this thing. The last time she nearly ended up in a wall. But, she had promised. Steeling herself and hoping she wouldn't have to replace a limb, Nehaalista stepped into it and felt all of her barbels curl in fearful anticipation.

Thousands of years in Naaru technology, and she was still afraid of being turned inside out. Luckily, she appeared just slightly off center of where she was supposed to and planted her hooves firmly on the ground. [Hello, Aibghalien,] she greeted.

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[Excellent! I look forward to seeing someone else able to talk to the crew at large.] Nehaalista smiled. [Now, what was it about that other question you had?]

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"Forgive me for this in advance," he said, lowering his head so he rested his forehead on his fingertips briefly, like a diver preparing for the plunge.

When he looked up, he spoke quickly. "I'm roommates with Stephen, so I've had a chance to get to know him tolerably well over the course of the past few weeks, and... well, the truth is, he finds you attractive. Not just physically, I mean, but all-around; he likes you and enjoys your company, and... so forth." Waving a hand to indicate all the things he wasn't particularly good at expressing, he hurried on. "Naturally I've been trying to give him the usual advice, that he should make a minor gesture or two, ask you out on a pleasant excursion or some forth, but... "

He met Nehaa's eyes for longer than a moment, now. "I can't read you very well. I can usually read people, but not you. So I wondered... am I giving him good advice? If he made a sensible overture towards you, would you consider it? Or will advising him to try just get him hurt, and I would be better off encouraging him to direct his attentions elsewhere?"

Aibghalien's entreaty was, well, pitifully honest -- all the more so because he really wasn't good at speaking of such matters, being the medieval equivalent of a massive nerd.