anyone;

[Nayl]

Burn my lungs and curse my eyes Mother left. It isn't permanent but nonetheless she is gone. Nayl takes the opportunity to wander. Her eyes of autumn sweep across the world of green in mild awe. For the last few months the girl has seen a great deal of the kingdom but she ventures now into more unfamiliar areas as she tries to acclimate herself. The growls of nearby jaguars once startled her but she has since learned that they mean her no harm. Their glowing eyes peer out from the shadows as she placidly walks the worn trails. A glance is occasionally spared but nothing more. There isn't a real destination in mind that Nayl is searching for. Her wanderings are aimless and unplanned as she finds herself deeper and deeper in the bosom of her home. It's wilder in these parts, more ferocious in comparison to the brighter and more tamed borders. A jaguar roars. A monkey chatters. A macaw swoops overhead. A smile reaches the child's lips as her senses truly open to the world and the vigor that it holds. The Jungle embraces one of its newest children, holding her steadily until she breaks free to follow the voices. There's children's' laughter and conversation. Curiosity propels Nayl toward the subdued areas of her home but she looks back over her shoulder in realization of how she loves the wild. Nayl covet and myrina's creation