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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails His scent hits her, engulfs her. Lures her. She doesn’t expect to see him here, but her eyes do not mistake his burly silhouette concealed by numerous bodies interrupting her path. He is taller than some and his long-lying forelock flares wildly across his face. Underneath the gentle sunlight Nayl quivers with anticipation. A smile tries desperately to break her stony face, but she is able to subdue it as she forces herself to glance away and compose herself. Something about him entices her; it could be that vagabond demeanor or the strength that ripples underneath his onyx coat. No matter the reason Nayl doesn’t hesitate for long as she pushes aside her better judgment so that she may once again be near him. The child is hardly a distraction to her. Nayl spares the boy a sideways glance and a quiet snarl. At this point and time, she has no interest or patience for children, especially not one that is outside her own bloodline. Immediately, Nayl’s eyes lift and they are bright and curious. ”Lior,” she tastes his name and while it settles tantalizingly on her tongue it’s still spoken in a voice far stronger and much more like a soldier. ”Fancy seeing you in the Field,” a single step draws her closer and when his scent wraps around her she can no longer restrain a terse smile. ”Perhaps now you can come home with me to Nerine?” Her gaze flickers toward where he once indicated his cave lied before looking back to him with a curious tilt of her head. ”Unless your home is needing tending.” She can’t help but hope that it isn’t, and that he will come to Nerine to be hers. Nayl covet and myrina's creation