The trees do not bend to Nayl's will as they do for mother's. They stand tall, towering high above her like sentinels guarding their home. The girl regards them mildly then continues forward along a trail that she has grown accustomed to. Roots jut out from the ground as vines scramble across the forest floor. The Jungle is a fierce and wild place. It's untamed as are its children. They revel in the reputation that has been forged by them and hold it firmly in their fists. Amazons are destined to be a powerful force - strong-willed and ferocious but somehow alluring in their own unique way. The children born and raised here are well aware of this although some embrace tradition more than others.
Nayl thinks herself as one of those gifted few.
The child moves along like the most silent of panthers. Her footsteps are hushed as she threads among the bushes and uprooted trees until she glimpses Scorch in the distance. Pausing, the girl considers the delicate situation and glances up at the green canopy above. Her mind races and flickers to her absent mother before tunneling onto the Khaleesi. The corners of her mouth quiver in a forming grin but the breeze that kisses her skin blows it away. When she steps through the trees Nayl looks all too similar to Echion in both her appearance and mannerisms. There's an elegant ferocity in her eyes and face as she draws to a muted halt. Her ears swivel before she finally speaks. "Aunt Scorch," she is family and for a heartbeat Nayl thinks it will grant her favor but then she shakes her head and corrects herself. "Khaleesi." The firmness of her autumn eyes burn into her aunt, confidence brimming her words. "I can be - will be - a better Amazon than my mother." She doesn't need to say anything more to tell that it's more than just a statement; it's a promise.
"She can't teach me like you can," there's a gleam in her eye and a quirk of her lips as she searches for Scorch's reaction.
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