and when i breathed - nayl

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails A blow of air is pushed from her nostrils in slight exasperation. She is young and while part of her wants to abandon the conversation there is a greater part of her that wants to learn and to be accepted. This is her home; this is where she belongs. She cannot allow herself to fail where mother had. Nayl has ambitions while Myrina heavily depended on her birth-given right as a princess to succeed. It would give her a greater sense of pride if she had been borne into royalty immediately, but she knows that it flows heavily in her veins. How awful would it be to waste her potential? A corner of Nayl's mouth lifts in a lopsided grin. "Duly noted." There are no lions, but there are tigers and jaguars and ocelots and many others that inhabit the humid Jungle. It will be a matter of learning them, but it shouldn't take long when she spends her days wandering the kingdom aimlessly. Her head tilts slightly with Rhy's continuation, however, as she takes in the suggestions and information. It's thrown at her all at once and while she is capable of absorbing all of it, she can't help the questions that come to mind. "I'm frequently one the first to arrive to the scene so I feel as though I shouldn't be the only one receiving that tidbit about two or three meeting someone at the border." It isn't her fault that there are sisters slower to respond or that she is so quick and lithe to meet strangers. This is her home, her sanctuary. It will be a cold day in Hell when she turns her back to foreigners at the gate. No one can truly be trusted, especially those that aren't of the sisterhood. "Now, what are ways to climb the ranks?" She blurts after having acknowledged the use of tones in a conversation with a mere nod. Her eyes are settling on her own potential and what she can achieve. In no way does she plan to collect dust on the lowest totem while her sisters thrive around her. Nayl covet and myrina's creation