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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Another girl exhibiting weakness. What type of children is the Jungle producing? Nayl's head turns slowly to regard the young girl looming near. With doe eyes and a timid voice she offers them a short enough greeting. Perhaps once, when she was a child herself, Nayl would have scoffed the two of them to find fiercer company, but she finds herself drawn to them. They are a part of the sisterhood, born into this dense, green world as she was years ago. They are young, malleable, with virgin eyes and bodies. Unable to see into her ambitious mind they can only see the gentle smile that touches her lips and brightens her pretty face. "Hello, I'm Nayl." Her name is honey on her tongue, dripping with temptation as she glances between them both. "Confidence, ladies, you are Amazons. You should act like it, no?" Mother didn't even have as much confidence as Nayl; somehow it skipped a generation and the trait dribbled down from her grandmother. Of course, Echion was more arrogant with a tongue of knives, but maybe one day Nayl will have reason to achieve that. Maybe one day she will follow in grandmother's footsteps. With a brow slightly lifted she asks, "How long have you both been in the Jungle?" She has always been poor at guessing ages, especially since magic is so often tainting the minds and bodies of those she meets. Nayl covet and myrina's creation