'Nandoriel?' Inara raised her elegant eyebrows questioningly.
Nandi glanced down and swung her feet, wishing that her friend hadn't brought up the topic. 'Mama heard it in a book once and thought it was pretty. They were folk living in trees, or somethin'.'
'Oh, that's nice.' Inara's normally serene faced crinkled into a grimace. 'Better than mine, anyway. I was named after some great-aunt that I only met once, and she had horrible teeth. Yours is much more interesting.'
Nandi shrugged, and turned back to the view. From what she'd read, those Nandor folk had certain views about her chosen profession… as had her mother. 'Yes,' she said quietly, 'much more interesting.'
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Notes: They all belong to Whedon. This is my first Jossverse fic, and the muses are already swarming. I wrote this for WargishBoromirFan, who requested something about Nandi and the Nandor. For the Nandor, and all of Tolkien's Elves, sex is marriage. You can imagine what the Companions would think about that. The sources of the names are pure conjecture on my part, and I am solely responsible for the great-aunt.
