As I Walk Thru the Valley of Death[Nayl, Any]

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Nayl weaves magic into the world around her, strengthening every day, practicing every day. Creatures of sand, of water, of rock, all work in tandem with her until she destructs them all with a mere flip of her tail or a turn of her back. The power is racing through her blood and seeping into her bones. She drinks from it daily, knowing now only how it is to be this strong. And Castile sees it. When he joins her during her walk, he sees as the sand rolls undertow and how, in the near distance, the waves unnaturally rise and fall, crashing with frightening brutality. He is not afraid; mother would never harm him. She is strengthening to protect him, to protect them, to protect Nerine. Oftentimes while she threads magic into the unrisen souls of the world, Castile is concentrating on himself. Occasionally, his wings flutter against his sides as he attempts to take flight, but to no avail. Shifting is still beyond his reach, but it has made itself known through plumes of smoke twisting from his nostrils when he’s angry and snorts. One day, he tells himself, he will be strong like mother. His wings beat idly against the sea breeze as he gallops to Nayl. She placidly glances over her shoulder at him, but her attention immediately returns to the stallion at the fine edges of their home. The churning of sand becomes the only audible noise when she unlatches herself from the magic to appear plainly in front of the stranger. With eyes lit by an inner flame, she stops to address him. ”Who are you?” Even in motherhood, she has not lost the sharpened edge to her voice. ”And what brings you to Nerine?” She doesn’t realize that news of her plans are already expanding, that there will be strength soon flooding into their borders. Nayl covet and myrina's creation