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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails What happened? There was a kingdom meeting and the earth rumbled with disturbance and then her world went black. Tytos was there, leaning against her side before peeling away to look elsewhere for interest. Whatever happened, at least it's over. At least she can move and wake up and resume her life. Nayl had never left; she could never leave the Jungle. Her blood runs thickly with Queens and passionate Amazons alike. This is her destiny, her passion. There had been a reason that she abruptly vanished but she can't offer a reasonable explanation as to what. In the back of her mind she knows they will ask (they always do) and she won't be able to configure a sensible answer for them. Already she feels her tongue dry and swell in her mouth. Why? She asks herself but subconsciously she knows. (Only failures abandon their post) A sharp breath is sucked into her lungs as she stirs from underneath fallen leaves. The world left her alone, undisturbed. They never searched for her or even found her. Locked away in her own prison Nayl slept in solitude. When she blinks her hazy vision diminishes and she can truly see again in this ocean of green. A corner of her mouth lifts in a crooked grin as she steps forward, then again. She finds a trail that leads her to her beloved sisterhood where she may finally reunite with them and see what has changed since her slumber. Nayl covet and myrina's creation