Perhaps one of the closer lands, Nayl takes only a couple days to casually stroll from the coast to another forest. It seems as though so many places are wishing to embody the beauty of the Jungle in their own ways. Taiga possesses the towering redwoods, the common forest with its oaks, and Sylvia with the porcelain birches. How is it that the sisterhood lived in a dense Jungle but now a barren coast? Nayl’s heart breaks again and again when she reminisces of her childhood in the dense underbrush listening to the growls of the jaguars and songs of the birds. The ferocity and exuberance was a lullaby and a comfort to her, but those days have long since ended. Those memories are from before she realized her immortality (she watched as children her age matured while she remained ever youthful) and before she lost all the family she had.
Blinking away the sweetened images of family – of home – Nayl turns her attention to the deciduous forest that lies ahead of her now. It spans for miles in every direction and hosts a myriad of scents that she has never tasted until this moment. All these lands are new and uncharted in her mind. Nerine had kept behind closed doors since its establishment, but she is finally breaking free of those chains. Their name will rise and will coat the tongues of their peers. They will rise just as the sisterhood always has.
Her voice is brash but carries a lighter tone than it would in most cases. Although inexperienced in the matters of diplomacy and intrakingdom personalities, Nayl still knows the basics of being amiable (as best she can). Not only is she representing herself, but now there is an entire herd attached to her name, a great responsibility that she has craved for years. Where mother failed as an Amazon, Nayl has flourished. She briefly thinks back to what her ancestors were like once and what they could be saying in the heavens above them.
Nayl grins smugly to herself while she waits to be addressed.
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