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

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails ”You as well, sir,” he is quiet – obedient – at mother’s side. He takes careful note of his mannerisms and the tones of his voice. She is always listening, always watching. This is her first child, her only child thus far, and she is adamant to raise him to be something. Her muzzle reaches down to touch the crest of his neck, but her attention always returns to the stallion. They walk at a casual stroll, mostly. Nayl occasionally gains momentum, always moving with purpose, but then she reminds herself of the company and forces herself to slow down again. She brings him where she initially brings all newcomers. They traverse across sand dunes and worn trails until the cliff greets them with a turbulent wind. The ground just falls away in front of them. They can hear the waves crashing down and the seagulls crying into the open sky. There is splashing of foals down below in the shallows and the talk of mothers at the mouths of the caves. ”The cliff and the ocean,” she finally says as her gaze drifts like an aloof butterfly, drinking in the sights. ”There is a path over there,” she inclines her head in the direction of a trail opening obscured by beach grass, ”that will take you down to the beach. Since you have no wings, the trail will certainly be of use.” A coy grin slithers across the thin line of her lips as she glances down the precarious drop. ”I would hate to see anyone fall…” Castile creeps toward the edge and peers down, flaring his wings outward as though to take flight, but he decides against it and reels backward. Flight is on his agenda still. Mother can’t exactly teach when she has no wings of her own. So, he looks back to Orion and quietly asks, ”Where did you come from?” Nayl covet and myrina's creation

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