brennen, amet, iset;

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Castile is eager to explore, to race down the grassy hills and hurl himself in the glistening lake. He wants the wind to whip through his locks and for the sun to dance across his back. His excitement quivers through his wings as the restlessly shuffle at his sides. He peers up at mother once, twice, before staring ahead again. ”Someone is coming,” he blurts while prancing in place until a sharp glance from Nayl settles him. It isn’t an adult like he was anticipating, but it’s someone approximately his own age. His mismatched eyes hardly stray from the boy as he approaches, wanting only to be a child and not a politician as he is being pruned to be. It’s a battle to stay still until the boy stops in front of them, greeting first mother. Nayl, with a coy grin stretching across her lips, dips her head in assurance. ”Yes, that is me,” her name rings strongly across Beqanna now. She was once a shadow – a faceless Amazon – that held no weight and no power. It was a promise to herself that she would change that. Now, she is seeing the bounty of her harvest. ”A pleasure,” she rolls her shoulders and turns her attention to the land unraveled behind him. While she scrutinizes every pond, every tree, and every hill, Castile no longer subdues his jubilance. ”Thanks!” His wings unfurl and take one heaving flap that hardly lifts him from the ground. ”I haven’t quite figured out flying yet, but dad will teach me.” That’s what mother had said, at least, but he hasn’t yet met Lior. Soon, she says, and the boy hangs on the world with endless hope and dreamy fascination. ”Cool scales!” Little does he realize that he, too, could have scales. Unfortunately, Castile has not yet tapped into (or realized) his capabilities Nayl is quiet for a long while as the boys interact, submerging themselves into the innocence of childhood. Amet, like Castile, is young. Their new home is new and the power they hold is unfamiliar. ”How is like on the Lake, so far, Amet?” Her blazing eyes snap back to the boy after having been wandering across the landscape. ”And what is your overall goal here? Brennen mentioned a haven for children, for juvenile training. Is this true?” She has never been one for idle chat; she is blunt, direct, curious. Nayl covet and myrina's creation

[sorry, I was waiting for the others to post]