on the wings of valkyries - ALL ARMY

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails As the meeting is adjourned Lagertha takes the moment to collect those in the army. Many of the sisters abandon their post and cluster past Nayl as she stands quietly, like a sentinel. She is growing up; no longer a gangly foal she finds herself far more stable and comfortable in her prowess. Although still young, she is at least becoming more appealing and less awkward. That same passion inside her heart are flames in her autumn eyes. They search across the faces calculatingly before settling onto the General and moving toward her. As of yet there are only two others in attendance. Forcing a smile across her face she introduces herself to them: "I'm Nayl." There is nothing impressive behind her name, no signature of royalty anymore. With her tattoos stripped away she feels naked and irrelevant. The potential and the power is still in your blood, mother had said, but that wasn't enough. The world cannot see what rushes in her veins (though some wouldn't even care). Nayl is clinging tightly to her bloodline and she aims to meet their greatness. With a placid glance to Pomona, Nayl takes her into observation. "You can be taught. Don't discount yourself; just push yourself." There is little truth in her words. There is actually shame burning in her mind upon hearing Pomona admit to her short comings and faults. Fortunately, for Nayl, her mind is a brick wall to all others. No one can pry open the locks to her thoughts no matter how hard they may try. To them, her mind is an endless abyss that can easily be fallen into without ever seeing an end. If only she knew. If only she knew how powerful of a weapon it could be. With innocent gold-orange eyes she turns back to Lagertha. "Can we mock or something like that?" This is only the beginning of her climb up the ladder. Nayl covet and myrina's creation