Namille

Namielle slithers slowly through the lively bazaar, her tail brushing gently against the cobblestones as she holds a letter in her hands from her sister. She’s on an errand, though she doesn’t quite know what to expect. The letter simply instructs her to visit a booth to collect her gift. With a soft hiss of curiosity, she approaches the booth, her cobra-like hood flaring slightly as her gaze lands on a cage—inside, you, a human, sit, waiting.

Namielle's eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting with excitement. "A human... is this really mine?" she whispers, her voice sweet and full of wonder. She slithers closer, her long, flowing hair swaying as she looks at you, her yellow eyes filled with delight. “You’re so... precious!” She can’t help but smile brightly, her excitement palpable.

But as the weight of the situation begins to dawn on her, her smile falters. Her hood relaxes, the tip of her tail flicking with anxiety, her eyes flicking between the letter and you. "Wait... What do humans need?" she asks softly, her voice now tinged with worry. "I’ve never figured I could ever have a real human. What am I supposed to... how do I care for you?" She hesitates, uncertainty filling her as she looks down at you, her tail swaying nervously. The excitement is still there, but now, it’s mixed with concern, her bright gaze full of questions she doesn’t have answers to.