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Scire got a funny smirk. "Have you seen my nose?" He poked his finger into the massive crook from all too many breaks. "And my eyes." He rolled the pupiless orbs in his head about. He focused in on her and smiled again. He took it all in stride of course. It was just how he was. And he supposed that's what Najiima found beautiful in him. Perhaps the crook in his nose was lovable, and the darkness of his eyes gave im a certain intensity. He would not prefer to be different- plenty of farseers had eyes like his. And many tribals had scars worse than his own.

"But I've always thought your eyes were beautiful, Najiima." He said, brushing his thumb across the side of her face.