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

[Nayl]

I am not afraid... I was born to do this.

Nayl doesn’t at all know how to handle the matter, or what even to say, but her expression remains rather stoic. Although her eyes are lit by an inner fire, they are mostly concealed by the curtain of unruly hair that cascades down the length of her face. She looks at the child, then to the mare, then back. ”Dynast,” she repeats with a dull flatness in her voice, but she nods in understanding, Young, confused, and fearless, the child stands guarded with her eyes trained on the adults.

”Daughter of Waylan? Who the hell is that?” Nayl searches the crevices of her memory, diving deep into the traces left of faces she has crossed in life. Was he the one who recognized her in the meadow? The one who had been so confident to overtake Beqanna that his followers abandoned him at her arrival? Was that Waylan? It was where she first crossed paths with this strange mare, but the introductions – could they be considered that? – were fleeting and irrelevant. The band of refugees lost their way in life and, as far as she knows, are still scrambling in the dark.

With a lackadaisical yawn Nayl almost turns away from the pair until the Despayr suddenly moves. The Queen’s head jerks simultaneously toward the ocean. She says nothing, does nothing, except watch. Despayr, overcome by the lust for the ocean, charges toward the lapping waves. As Nayl slowly blinks, she notices the shifting of horse body to dolphin. Then there is a looming cloud of silence and confusion. Despayr doesn’t return, disappearing into salty oblivion.

With a lifted brow, she turns her attention back to the child. ”What the fuck just happened?” The words tumble from her lips like vomit, uncontrolled and unable to be taken back. But she realizes what this means, what she now has. ”Well, kid, make yourself comfortable. Nerine is your home now.” Nayl reaches down to bump the child, but then she walks away with Castile in tow, half expecting the young girl to follow.

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina