They Say you Can See Her... [Birth]

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails The chain of events plays like a slow movie reel. Despayr arrives and she stumbles across Nerine’s shore, ambling toward the water’s edge with a hunger in her eyes. Nayl, ever observant and often frequenting the beach, stands in utter silence to watch. Lior is away, as is Isobell and Castile, leaving the Queen alone to her devices. They are not here to scrutinize her and lay judgment of her ways. For the first time in a while, Nayl is -was - in total solitude until the arrival of the Pangean mare. No, the barren scent didn’t escape her notice. How could it? She remembers breathing it in those years ago when she initially ascended the throne. It smelled of dirt and sand and failure – Carnage’s ultimate failure to battle the faeries for land. Funny how it now sits at the bottom of the ocean, forever uninhabitable. There is no animosity or hate; Nayl had not yet developed enemies for her or Nerine; nonetheless, a trespasser is always unwelcomed. What began as just a mare evolves into a mother and child. It causes slight pause in Nayl’s approach, but with a nonchalant inhale, she resumes with her fiery eyes laced on the pair. They hug so tightly to the water that for a fleeting moment the Queen wonders if they will disappear among the waves. Alas, they hold their ground and familiarize each other with gentle touches and wary glances. Had it remained only them, the moment could have been serene, but Nayl can’t resist stepping forward with her gaze first grabbing hold of the mare. ”You’re trespassing,” her voice is level but venomous, her expression hardened yet somehow reflecting a hint of amusement. ”While Nerine seems to be a popular place for childbirth, trespassing does have its consequences.” The child, still uneasy on her new legs, grasps Nayl’s attention then, holding it steadily for a long moment before returning to the Pangean mare, a brown lifted beneath her forelock. Nayl covet and myrina's creation