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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Nayl takes note of how he watches her and drinks in the sight of her. He stands sentinel with eyes of steel while trying to decipher why she is truly here, what really brings her back to their island after these past months. It had genuinely been her curiosity which resonates from her as her gaze slips past him toward the trees towering above them. There is a jungle beyond her reach, the island teeming with lush vegetation and exotic flowers. It almost pains her to think of someone other than herself living here, surrounded by what she is most familiar with. Oftentimes she reflects back on her childhood surrounded by jaguars and macaws, by monkeys and tapirs. The fluttering in her heart pulls her forward and toward the treeline, but she takes pause when they are joined by another male. She regards him half-heartedly, soaking in the hardened edges of his face and the mistrust clouding his eyes. Sabrael, he says, and she returns it with a simple reply: ”Nayl.” She is more than that, however, but she lets the formalities slip to the back of her mind where there rests a multitude of untouched thoughts, schemes, and ideas. ”Lead the way,” her voice is chilled, but not unkind as she takes to casually following Ashley along the trail where she finds herself consumed by a sea of green. It warms her heart and reminds her still of her home – her first home – as a smile creeps along her lips. The scents are different – she didn’t expect them to be identical – but the sights are enough to elicit a fair amount of homesickness. Sabrael can be heard walking along as well, and she regards him again but this time with more curiosity; however, her attention quickly finds Ashley again. ”I assume Tiphon is no longer around?” She can’t help but spur for a reaction, trying to gage them and seek a link. An idle glance finds Sabrael again to search his face before resuming her admiration of the jungle around them. Nayl covet and myrina's creation