rhonan;

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Nayl finds him so easily. It's his scent that drives her forward; it's the smell that she drew into her lungs immediately after they were born. The twins, so precious as they lied by mother. Their innocent eyes peered up and drank in the emerald sea that surrounded them. Oh, how cute and small they were, but Nayl knew they wouldn't remain that way. Tytos remained in the Jungle for quite some time but Rhonan, mother's reflection, was quick to leave its humid walls. She can't fault her young brother; males aren't destined to live in a matriarchal world. Not unless they wanted to amount to nothing. And last she heard, Rhonan was certainly not a shameful asset. Their bodies connect through a gentle nip that finds the gentle curve of his shoulder. "Rhonan," she murmurs her sibling's name with a more maternal tone than loving. It carries concern but relief to have him near again. "What are you doing these days?" She recalls him joining the conversation once before in the meadow; it was her and a couple others, but the group quickly disbanded. It was Rhonan that she cared more to speak with, not strangers. Her family is more deserving of her time and effort. Nayl covet and myrina's creation