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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails It was only a matter of time until she was wandering in a new direction from Nerine. While her trek began along the same path that she’s often taken to the field it veers away to the north in pursuit of a volcano. It stabs into the clouds, but it is nothing in comparison to the immense Mountain that still hordes most of their magic. When she peers back over her shoulder Nayl can still see it in the distance before she returns her attention to what lies ahead in this new place. The humidity is what greets her first as it grips tightly to her skin. A smile plays across her lips as she is reminded of the Jungle’s warm embrace, but this place lacks the thick underbrush and wall of trees. It seems almost bare when she reflects on her previous home – her heart – but she reminds herself that it matters not. It is, nonetheless, beautiful here in its own way. It lures her closer and draws her attention into an endless abyss. If it weren’t for a stream splashing underfoot Nayl would have accidentally bypassed all the borders as her eyes stay trained on the volcano (she has never seen one until now). As the water pools around her legs she takes pause and breaks her gaze to instead look down at her own rippling reflection. For a few breaths she doesn’t move as though entranced, but then she backpedals out of the stream and lets her voice ring out in a more or less plain manner. Her purpose is simple and likely predictable. She wants to explore these other lands and to know what lies in each. While her own scent of the coastline buries thickly into her coat – the smell almost lost in an eternal memory – she is able to better focus and drink in the warmth and tropical notes of Tephra while she waits. Nayl covet and myrina's creation