anyone;

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Nayl could hear the footsteps behind her, but she eluded the idea of someone following her. She convinced herself that it was the multitude of wanderers finding their place in the new world. There is no reason that a sister would bother with her or try to sink thorns into her bitterness. With the distaste and mistrust she expressed it was likely the sisterhood would reject her, shove her from their new borders for insubordination, but Nayl wouldn’t buckle to those whims so easily. The Amazons are in her blood and while many try to forge their own, new path, she instead follows her ancestors’ steps and seeks to enhance her bloodline further. But her bloodlines mean nothing now with the Jungle gone. Their names are eradicated with their homeland and so Nayl is actually creating a new future, a new legacy she can only hope her descendants pursue. Having taken pause in the forest, she lets her surroundings envelope her and momentarily distract her until there is a voice clawing into her eardrums. It’s vaguely familiar as she recalls it from Naga’s meeting at the coast. Breathing a sigh Nayl turns her head and settles her autumn eyes on Djinni. A humored grin etches across her lips and a low, airy chuckle quickly follows. ”The ocean isn’t bad,” she admits with a roll of her shoulders, ”It’s a scenery change I can learn to accept and enjoy.” It would take time as it isn’t what she is used to, what she was bred into. The Coast seems so vastly open and lacks the wall of trees that seemed almost as protection in the Jungle. ”That Mountain,” her eyes glance sideways to the towering sierra and it brings her expression to a snarl, ”is awful. It’s Beqanna holding our abilities in front of our faces, tormenting us.” She remembers how Naga groveled and begged for a home. It was embarrassing and disgraceful. Nayl covet and myrina's creation