It could be sinful how much she savors hearing majesty roll off his tongue so perfectly and effortlessly. It invigorates her and pushes another bout of adrenaline through her body. Being a Queen – the Amazon Queen – stirs a greater feeling in her gut, a serenity and comfort that she has never before experienced in life. She has raised them from their lull and she has established an alliance in her brief time on the throne. Now, to hear a stallion so willingly address her with a favored title only satisfies her more. The want to hear it again thrums inside her, but she remains composed while in front of him, her gaze steely and scrutinizing.
”Brennen,” she tastes his name for the first time, memorizing it casually with an observant tilt of her head. ”You were in the brotherhood once,” a brow lifts underneath her unkempt forelock, ”I remember your name.” It’s but a memory now, a fleeting whisper that she heard as a child in the Jungle. There had been no story behind it, no face – only a name lost in a sea of others. Living in the Jungle brought an influx of whispers and rumors. There was much to be had and to be known about the single-sexed kingdoms as they reached out to each other in attempt to forge friendships and understanding. Nayl remembers nothing more except that their home had been miserable cold, or so the diplomats had said when returning home from an excursion.
A quiet regard pauses their conversation as she mulls over the statement. Her shoulders roll and her head inclines to weigh the proposition of the reformed Amazons. ”I suppose,” she finally says with light laughter. ”Men can serve a purpose or they can find their way out.” Most know of her brash personality and how she lacks eloquence in her speech. Nayl has never been interested in false pleasantries. ”There’s a limit to how many stallions may live here. Fortunately for you, we’re down a couple.” Another humorless chuckle as she reflects on Stillwater’s abandonment and his new life tucked away in the forest of Sylva. She doesn’t elaborate, however, leaving the ends open to allow his curiosity to wander. ”What did you do in the Tundra?”
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