NAYL, ANY, ALL

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Nayl’s reign is only just beginning and she can already see the myriad stares and questions that face her at full force. She will have enemies and she will have friends (or perhaps more acquaintances), but she expected all of this. The moment she challenged Naga, Nayl knew what repercussions there may be, but thus far it is far less vile than she anticipated. It steadies the flame in her heart, but barely, as her gaze sweeps across them all. Celeana will be agitated, this she knows. The woman is a ball of emotion, a hazard, and Nayl eyes her carefully before turning a cheek. Sunday arrives as well as Bowie, and with a nod she welcomes them both. ”Good to hear you will be staying,” although her voice is still stony - still strong – it softens just enough as she smiles (albeit brief). They’ve offered no hostility or outburst; they merely accept the change with a nod and shrug, realizing that this is life and royalty is fickle and ever-changing. Returning her attention to them as a whole, Nayl begins to conclude the matter. ”So, take part in finding and learning of these other lands, or recruit. Feel free to challenge, as we need the practice. Find me if you want to discuss where your interests lie in regards to a responsibility to Nerine,” she will ensure they have jobs and a purpose versus mindlessly dabbling along the shore. Her gaze then flashes mostly to Naga and Celeana, holding them for a heartbeat before giving a final sweep to the group. ”And just know that you have to give respect to receive it.” A just, iron fist; that’s what she has. With a curt nod Nayl dismisses the group shortly after Stillwater’s quiet departure. Nayl covet and myrina's creation

just wanted to tie things up