do you feel like a young god? nayl

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Nayl hears the thunder of his hooves, first across the fields, then near the cliff. She doesn’t know who it is – not yet – but she doesn’t yet move from her place in Lior’s cavern. Her body bathes in his fading scent, Isobel nestled on the ground sleeping under mother’s watchful eye. It’s sorely regretful to step out from the cover of the shadows, but the urgency in Amet’s voice draws her forward with piqued interest. She had heard him stumble and fall in his rush to find her, but it’s only when he calls her name that she answers. ”Amet,” she says the boy’s name gently despite his shouting desperation. With slow steps, she reaches the very edge of the cave mouth before pausing to glance over her shoulder. Isobel’s head lifts and she looks up at her mother curiously, her eyes gleaming with fire. ”You stay,” Nayl whispers before staring back ahead and closing the distance between her and the boy. ”My daughter, Isobel,” and she smiles even as her gaze sweeps across his scaled body. Reptilian. Dragon. Like Castile. Briefly, she considers her son’s safety as she reads the pain and worry in Amet’s eyes. “Tell me on the way,” and without hesitation, she begins to usher the boy down the shoreline, listening closely to his news. Nayl covet and myrina's creation