you're a fireracker, aren't you sparky? noct, nayl, any.

[Nayl]

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

Heartfire arrives shortly after, a presence that Nayl has become well-accustomed to. A glimmer of a smile almost creases her mouth, but it’s fleeting. Her attention cannot help but drift back to the trio who stand with curious eyes and somewhat defensive stances. When Nayl breathes them in, they’re foreign. Their bodies have been soaked by the sea and dried by the salty wind. What happened, she isn’t quite sure, but she notes a semblance in Buckthorn’s arrival. ”The sea seems to be spitting out horses left and right,” she mutters in light humor to her tribal sister, her gaze refusing to waver from the small group. They’ve enraptured her, holding her attention as they shuffle in the sand and drink in this new world.

”The Deserts,” the Queen thinks aloud, reflecting back to what Beqanna had once been. A pang in her heart rattles her when she remembers the dense Jungle and the sisterhood that lied within. She recalls seeing her grandmother’s grave nestled into the very heart of the kingdom, overgrown with vines. There had been so many alluring things, so much history, that it had been painful to see it all crash down with their world’s rebirth. ”The original kingdoms are no more – the Deserts, Chamber, Jungle, and so on – and so new kingdoms have taken their place. It’s a new Beqanna.” The pain of loss is still there, trickling through her veins. Seeing the world crash down and eat itself had been horrifying. Watching as a mountain erected itself was unnerving. Having their powers stripped away was aggravating.

It was a grueling process to reestablish homes and even oneself, but Nayl grew into herself because of this.
Perhaps Beqanna’s rebirth was a blessing in disguise.

”I’m Nayl,” she finally offers when the stallion introduces himself and the mare. The child, however, remains nameless. A haphazard glance finds the boy, but she says nothing to him as her body shifts underneath the bright, coastal sunlight. ”You’re in Nerine,” the name is silk on her tongue, her autumn eyes leveling on Cross’. ”It’s pretty much the new Jungle. A matriarchal society.” A powerful kingdom, an alluring home. While she hated it at first – it wasn’t her Jungle – Nayl has certainly come to accept it, to love it, to treasure it.

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina