anyone;

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails This. It’s all hers now with hardly an effort. It was like taking candy from a child and although this should excite her, it doesn’t. Nayl had wanted a battle and to see who was a better fighter – a better Queen – for Nerine, but Naga had quit halfway through. One series of attacks and suddenly she withdrew. Most would have gloated and danced away, but Nayl’s face creased in a frown as she had slowly returned to Nerine. The nectar-sweet taste of victory quickly turned bitter in her mouth at such an easy win; nonetheless, this is all hers now. The crash of the waves isa lullaby on this day with the sunlight resting across her back. For the first time in months she hears voices, conversation. There is life returning, but it’s on her shoulders to keep it that way and to help their home thrive. There are those who doubt her and who are waiting for that first failure for them to feed off of. They will be the first to shout her name in protest and to lead a mutiny. The solution is easy, however. Don’t fail. Nayl, despite waiting in solitude, chuckles to herself. She won’t fail. What a silly idea that she would. A step brings her closer to the edge where she can look down on the cliff side and see the beach underneath. A strong wind whips across her, but she is a statue basking in her own glory. Her mind reels with the future of their home while her eyes steadily follow the rolling waves. In the blink of an eye she has amounted to much more than her mother; now she can settle her legacy with those of her Amazon ancestors. May they look down upon her smiling with an ovation (clapping for another deadly Queen). Nayl covet and myrina's creation