[Open] Look to the Stars and you Shall Remember Me...

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Nayl is ever-observant, ever vigilant as she roams the borders of Nerine. In reality, there is only Pangea that neighbors them. Often, Nayl stares toward the blue haze that swirls to the east of the dunes, but she never ventures further than when the emptiness licks her legs. There is an eerie whispering – odd noises – that originate from the fog. What lies beyond, she always wonders but never investigates. While it crosses her mind, even now, she veers away and casually strolls to the south and southwest. That’s where her nostrils flutter with the intake of a pseudo-familiar scent. The volcano is distinct in how its idle smoke clings to the coats of those in Tephra. Grabbing her attention, Nayl takes pause to observe the solitary figure groping for Nerine’s developing boarders. A hesitation is a futile hope that Magnus has taken up her offer, but alas, it is only a mare. A glance sideways allows her a glimpse deeper into her home where the cliff stands sentinel above the tides. Lopsidedly smiling, Nayl admires the scene before rinsing herself of the adoration to instead bear a more stoic expression with hardened eyes. ”Hello,” her voice is level, but not unkind as she reminds herself of the hospitality offered when she visited Tephra. Both Lucrezia and Magnus grinned and answered all questions she had. Although it isn’t them that are here, but a stranger, she still heeds her manners as she steps forward and stops in front of the mare. ”I’m Nayl, and who are you?” She has never been eloquent or spoken with a tongue of silk. Brash and impulsive, direct and militaristic. Nayl knows no other way and never attempts to bend her ways. Rolling her shoulders, she takes another drink of air to remember her brief time peering up at the titanic volcano. ”How is Tephra?” She asks with a nonchalant sweep of her tail. Nayl covet and myrina's creation