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It took a lot of convincing from her new friend to move here, a safe haven for most monster-folk, just after the one visit and their day talking, hanging out and sampling some local cuisine. She moved in the next week.
It was another debate entirely for Fayruz to convince her to come to a spa day with her. The younger woman in a smaller form of noodle than her much larger noodle friend, Rina really didn't know if she could handle something like this, personally or biologically.
On the one hand, it could be nice and fun to relax with such a good friend she's hit it off with. That's something she hasn't had in a long time!
On the other hand, she's still building up trust for some of her neighbors here, too. It's not them, though, as she knows it is all her and she wants to get better about it.
Back home in the desert of the monster-folk community she was born to, it was tough to trust anyone other than family or family-friends. Bandits, outlaws, vigilante justice, highway robberies. Maybe. There was also the child snatching for being weird rich people's delicacies, so that has always worried her. How can you trust anyone, even into adulthood, if they at some point only saw you as an exotic dish?
She stares at the entrance to the spa now, her eyes darting around in a silent panic of everything around her. She ducks into her own coils, panicking as her rattle starts going in time with her worry. The poor thing hasn't even gotten into the building yet and is stressing out.
Hopefully, someone will help her out before she hurts herself or anyone, accidentally! It's hard to ignore her rattling and turquoise scales, honestly.
