Run Run Lost Boy [Nayl; any]

[Nayl]

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

It had been a while since they’ve crossed paths, but Nayl remembers her. She remembers her few attempts in the field, whether they are successful or futile. While the field has never been an attractive place to her, she realizes that often enough she has to set aside her preferences and find someone interesting enough to entice into Nerine’s arms.

Much to her dismay, Vessel was an unsuccessful attempt, and yet, here she is now.

Of course, Heartfire is the first to find the mare. There is little that escapes Heartfire’s attention, much like her own. Perhaps that is one of Nayl’s favorite attributes about her. They are similar, but different enough to elicit respect and interest. If one isn’t fast enough to approach a stranger, usually the other has it well under control.

That’s the reason Nayl smiles more to herself as she treads across sand and dirt, but it has almost entirely diminished by the time she reaches the two women. Her gaze is lit by an inner fire as it dances from one to the other. ”Nerine can provide that,” she says as she catches the tail end of Vessel’s response. ”Our land wasn’t swallowed, and we don’t change Queens like the seasons.” It seems Tephra is a victim of that frequent change, unable to hold onto its policies and rulers as they slip like sand between her feet.

”Welcome to Nerine, Vessel. It certainly has much to offer.”

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina