she'll turn cold as a freezer; Pevensie, Zilpah, Scorch, diplomats, & any

[Nayl]

Burn my lungs and curse my eyes The Jungle seems to be in the midst of a few diplomatic visits. It provides amusement for the young girl. Although mother has ventured off Nayl has taken it upon herself to wander the kingdom and regard any visitors. She wants to learn; she has the makings to be an Amazon and wants to show that. Mother failed but she won't. She can't. The arid scent flutters Nayl's nostrils. Such a strange smell it is; it's barren and dry in comparison to the luster of the Jungle. It still draws the girl forward from the wild depths of her home. Unafraid of the unknown Nayl is enveloped in a confidence that is uncommon to see in one so young. She has to pick her way down the worn trails and weave through trees. When mother is here, she clears paths they walk so there is minimal effort in their travels, but alas, the child is alone this day and is forced to make do - which she happily does. When she arrives, she is the only Jungle inhabitant. The others are slower to meet the outsiders. "Hello," she initially says as her autumn eyes sift across their faces carefully, observing. "Who are you?" Nayl is less eloquent with words than the diplomats, instead taking a more direct stance on matters. Nayl covet and myrina's creation