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

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Nayl’s ears swivel and fall into a tomb of hair for a split moment in response the hostile question that stabs into the air. She is about to reply, about to retaliate, but she bites her tongue when the mare finally discerns who she is. The cackle silences and recognition finally seeps into her pores. ”Ah, there’s the lightbulb,” she remarks with a sweep of her tail and a mild adjustment in her position. Briefly, her attention sweeps to the waves lapping at the shore. It has a calming effect following in the hostile wake of their encounter. Nayl listens to the mare, hears of a gift, but does not yet investigate what or why. She waits, mulling over the offer, while the ocean reflects the bright sunlight. The current churns placidly today. There is no storm looming off shore. There is a lull as the temperatures rise. Only when it seems as though Despayr will go unanswered does Nayl finally regard her, then the child. ”Seriously?” Her gaze narrows and her voice still carries the agitation from having been trespassing. ”Does it have a circus act?” When she glances down to the filly, it peers up at her, unwavering and fearless. A long breath of the salty air is drawn in. ”Then again, I suppose a mare giving birth to a jellyfish that turns into a horse is enough of an act.” A cold, humorless chuckle escapes her. She moves away from the pair at first, but then slowly veers back and walks a broad circle around them, her eyes heavily scrutinizing the two of them. ”Why are you trying to pawn your child off on me? What purpose does it serve for the both of us?” She is blatantly mistrusting of the Pangean, but she still doesn’t dismiss the opportunity that could arise. Again, she looks at the child, pausing in her step to ask, ”What’s your name?” Nayl covet and myrina's creation