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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Drenched, but fortunately still warm, Nayl observes the island. Her autumn eyes drink in the tropical scenery before looking back across her shoulder to see if Djinni followed and fought the currents. There is a moment when they stare at each other from different shores, at least a mile apart, but neither of them move. The sand is familiar and wraps around Nayl’s hooves like a glove. It eases her stirring mind and settles her throbbing muscles. She is content basking in the familiar sunshine while mustering her remaining strength and waiting for Djinni’s arrival. What she thought would take minutes took only seconds. In a flurry of sand the genie is at her side. An immediate frown creases her pretty face as she gives a sideways glance to her friend. ”Again, you suck.” Despite the ice in her voice there is a bemused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. ”I’ll remember to ask for a piggyback ride next time.” It would make traveling so much easier if she had adequate tools, but alas, her abilities are nothing physical or accommodating for her days-long ventures. Perhaps one day. Their time alone is short-lived as a stallion emerges from the water (much like her moments prior) dripping wet. The sun gleams off his coat, his muscles vividly rippling underneath. Silently, Nayl scrutinizes him and prepares for a typical greeting, but she finds herself in a moment of awkward quiet. He approaches, but rather blindly as he tries desperately to expel the saltwater from his nostrils. Her brows furrow and her head jerks upward as he heavily snorts at them. Water sprinkles across her face and dribbles down toward her muzzle. ”Um…” uncertainty swallows her words until she asks, ”is sneezing on strangers customary here?” She can’t help but wonder what new practices are being forged in this new world. Nayl covet and myrina's creation