anyone;

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Oddly enough, Nayl has been trying to keep tabs on the other lands. Her energy is the cost of her knowledge as she often reflects on the lands and creates a heathen from the earth to subtly spy. Weeks prior, she conjured a seagull from the fallen feathers from their Nerinian nests. It unfurled its wings and came to life with a whir and twist of her shielded thoughts. Like a falcon, it rose from the ground and soared across the coast until it eventually found Ischia. The land was silent, ever so eerie and seemingly abandoned. Nayl’s makeshift bird drank in the sights as it flew among the trees until it returned to her with the information she sought after. An amused smile played across her lips before the feathers fell apart, destroying the bird in the blink of an eye. They, the family in Ischia, are unaware that this is the reason for her visit. Miles were trekked until she arrived at the distant coast. She bided her time and reserved her energy in those days of travel, anticipating her arrival here. The ocean rises to the occasion, parting itself so that she may traverse along the sand. Two walls of water extend along her sides, rippling as fish swam curiously near the edge. Her magic weaves and twists like tendrils from her mind, releasing its grip on the ocean only when she has arrived on the familiar banks of Ischia. Everything crashes down behind her, creating a burst of wind that whips around her unruly locks. Perhaps a bit dramatic, but not unlike her. Nayl’s mouth opens to let loose a call to anyone, knowing so few are already here. Nayl covet and myrina's creation