Nayl didn’t have great or sorrowful memories that hardened her with time. She didn’t have a poor childhood or an awful role model that twisted her. She merely learned from the mistakes of others. Having watched her mother crumble desperately for love was enough to deter the then-young Nayl from ever seeking such sexual companionship. It brought about tides of misfortune that eventually led to Myrina’s death. Mother had been weak, and she was distracted from the Jungle. It killed her in the end, weakened her into a figment of what she had always wanted to be. She bore children, but nothing more came from her. No true happiness, no success or achievements. She was simply alive; she did not truly live.
Watching mistake after mistake guided Nayl into an opposite direction. She forged her own path through fire and ice, and now stands here in the field as something far greater than Myrina could ever have imagined. A land, a crown, and a singular friend; that’s all she truly needs with the exception of a legacy-bearing heir. Perhaps a political child will be born one day, but for now, Nayl finds solace in what she has now.
With Nerine hushed by the endless tide, Nayl has decided to venture out in hopes of hearing more conversations one day in her home (as well as more that she can learn to admire and trust). Coming here is familiar, but only slightly, as she has avoided this troublesome task most of her life. Alas, she can’t expect others to always do her bidding, right? Content in her brief solitude, her autumn eyes scope out the myriad of faces until she sees a singular mare not yet burdened by others. Quickly and quietly, Nayl closes the distance between them with an expression mirroring the mare’s. ”The name is Nayl. You?” As most know, she isn’t an eloquent speaker. Her brash and blunt personality put an end to idle small talk. It just wastes time. ”I come from Nerine which now houses the former Jungle’s sisterhood.” Some latch onto the fibers of the past hopefully while others brush it away disinterestedly. Curious as to which she is, Nayl allows the statement to simply hang in the silence between them.
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