anyone;

[Nayl]

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

The sun plays across her face, her eyes drifting nearly shut.

She sees the ocean and how it glimmers with a reflected light; the seagulls cry overhead and the coastal grass whispers flirtatiously into the breeze.

Nerine.

Beneath a stoic expression is the elation of having returned home (returned? She never actually left). The caves had provided her a shelter and an escape from a world she helped create. Lior wrapped himself around her and for a long while, Nayl wanted nothing more than the warmth of his adoration to wash over her. Their children are out in the world, surviving, thriving. They don’t need her; Nerine has even held its own in her absence, but something called to her. Something lured her from the webbed cave systems to finally emerge.

Far from sight and scent, Nayl would periodically emerge to bathe herself in the salty water and enjoy the bright sunlight before ushering herself back into Lior’s embrace. Undetected, almost forgotten.

Until now.

A deep breath fills her lungs and she smiles rather smugly to herself, feasting on the exhilaration of stepping out of the shadows once more. From the secluded point of Nerine, she is battered by the winter gale, but she isn’t deterred from her mission. She strolls down the coast, heading south toward the most commonly frequented stretch of beach. Her body smells of Nerine, her coat kissed by the salt and sand. On one side, she contemplates whether she would be trespassing in their eyes, but Nayl’s fairly arrogant personality proves superior to her doubts.

After a couple hours walking, she finally reaches the familiar Cliffside where an entrance lies to the cave patterns she had nestled in these past months. A sideways glance is spared, but her attention is more focused on the voices in the distance, knowing the vigilance of the women will find her soon enough.

former queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina