anyone;

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails She didn’t expect to be seen, but she couldn’t have expected to go unnoticed as she destroyed a cave with an earthen monster borne of the land. It hadn’t crossed her mind, as it was clouded by her spiteful nature and irrational anger. All she saw – all she cared to know – was that his memory was demolishing right in front of her. There’s an air of satisfaction that resonates her while underneath the bright, winter sun. Dust curls around where the cave had been and rolls out to her, slithering around her legs like snakes. For a moment, Nerine is deathly silent. An eeriness cradles her surroundings, until a set of footsteps echoes into her ears and pulls her attention from the collapsed cave. The mare is a stranger in which Nayl initially bristles toward. Beneath her forelock rests an icy stare that pierces into Heartfire, calculating who she is. She doesn’t send her away, however, noting the humor in her voice. A lopsided grin toys across her lips while her eyes soften just enough to reflect her appeal in the jest. ”I didn’t like the way it smelled,” she finally states with a roll of her shoulders, tucking a majority of the truth away into her fortified mind. The scent, she muses, did reek of Stillwater which she grew sick of, so in truth, she wasn’t lying. A brow quirks as she regards the stranger more closely now, breathing her in to smell much of Beqanna and its forests. ”I’m Nayl, and you?” Nayl covet and myrina's creation