Hello. I Was Wondering If I Could Stay? (Open)

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails The stranger’s scent never escaped Nayl’s notice, but it eluded her sense of urgency as she tended to other matters first. Only afterward did her fiery eyes rake across her home to find the blue roan standing with Carwyn in conversation. It eased Nayl to see others greeting the outsiders, relieving the weight and stress that has been gradually piling onto her shoulders. A grin touches her lips, but it’s fleeting as she begins her short trek toward them as they admire their surroundings. Nayl has taken a fond interest in the cliff. It’s often her perch so that she may watch the ongoings in her home. The crashing of the waves adds a rhythmic lull that eases even the worst of tension. The cries of the seagulls are the percussion to the symphony that is Nerine. While it took a while for Nayl to adjust to this land, she is relieved that she never left. The Jungle will forever hold her heart, but she has become fonder of the coastland. ”Hello,” she says as she finally arrives to join them near the edge. Her autumn colored eyes sway briefly toward the ocean, but quickly return to the two women. ”A pleasure to see you again, Carwyn,” she duly notes the mare’s presence and amiability with the newcomer before funneling her attention on the roan. ”I’m Nayl, and what’s your name?” As of late, she has been trying to subdue her brash nature and adopt better manners and hospitality, but it’s often a daily struggle. Nayl covet and myrina's creation