The meeting is adjourned and now the mass of them are returning to their lives. Nothing has changed; their daily lives remain untouched with the exception of who they perceive as their Queen. From a rocky ledge Nayl watches quietly as they roam the miles of sandy beaches and cliffs. They familiarize themselves with this terrain and the expanse of untouched grass and hills. In the months where she has been almost entirely alone Nayl had bathed in the scents and sights of Nerine. While she had often taken trips to the forest, she still always spent a great deal of time mapping out the landscape here.
That could be how she finds Simeon so easily. His scent and how it carries restlessly on the wind is enough indication of his whereabouts. Nayl, ever vigilant, inclines her head and drinks in the familiarity of him and the salt water that he has since been baptized in while here in Nerine. While they are hardly acquaintances she cannot help but yearn for his company and to sate her curiosity of him. He has treasures and truths locked inside him that she wants to badly to learn and release.
She knows that he is much closer to Naga as well.
And so, she arrives from behind him with her eyes staring icily at the back of his head. ”Simeon,” she tastes his name curiously with half the expectation to quiver with joy at another male nearby, but her mind is still wrapping around what he could know that she doesn’t quite find herself drawn to him. ”A lovely day, no?” With muted footsteps she takes her place at his side with her gaze slipping to the ocean in front of them. She holds herself with pride and dignity, a smug grin lopsidedly tugging her lips. ”I know so little of you,” a slow breath is held in her lungs before casually exhaling into the warm, summer air, ”tell me about yourself.”
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