Nathalia sort of sings her poems to herself — they come into being that way. She reads Kipling constantly, and Conan Doyle is her favorite. The only poet she likes is Longfellow, but she doesn't enthuse over him. She likes wild, imaginative tales.
When she finds a word she likes or doesn't understand, she looks it up in every available dictionary and studies every possible meaning and use for it...
Nathalia Crane