Offspring;

[Nayl]

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

It’s impossible to not hear the heaviness of his footsteps against the rocky soil. While Nayl is lithe and agile, Offspring is hefty and lumbering. He undoubtedly dwarfs her, but it fazes her not when she eventually looks up at him, nonchalant and in no rush to regard his reply. A crooked grin cracks the frigidity of her face and her eyes slowly blink, amused. She doesn’t yet answer him as she revels in his taunt, thriving on the distaste that she has already soured his mouth with.

”Don’t kid yourself,” she finally quips with an idle flick of her tail, ”we both know you aren’t the Romeo type.” Her fiery eyes trace along him and take note of the low-lit flames skirting his flesh. Ruan comes to mind then and how his immediate area sparkled with ice and frost. Imagine the two of them together – fire and ice – and how a brawl between them would pan out. It would never happen, but it’s an amusing thought as her gaze levels back on his. ”I would question her taste,” she could see the mare leading a strong, successful life in Nerine, ”but I know she’s smarter than that.” Hoping is the reality, not knowing. Nayl has crossed paths with the jaguar mare a handful of times and while they seemingly compatible their relationship has yet to truly blossom as with Djinni.

Nayl is simply slow to trust.

”And I have no reason to apologize. I haven’t trespassed into Tephra although it did cross my mind, admittedly.” A shrug ripples through her lean shoulders, unable to subdue her honesty. At one point in time, she was welcomed here with open arms. Magnus had befriended her and she was beginning to let Dahmer tread closer toward her miniscule perimeter of trust – something more than an acquaintance, but not yet a friend – but the leadership in Tephra changed again and again. Their leadership is turbulent, unreliable, short-lived. A calculating stare at Offspring leads her wondering how soon he will leave, too. Before or after her reign one day finds its end? ”Now, without bullshit, what would bring you to Nerine’s borders after our last meeting in Hyaline?” They both know it wasn’t for a tropical vacation with a dearly beloved.

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina