[open] The winds of change come swiftly flowing;

[Nayl]

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

”Quite a spitfire,” an airy chuckle tumbles from her lips into the wintry breeze after moments of having watched the pair in the near distance. The field is cluttered with horses, a prominent area for those needing homes. Oftentimes Nayl evades the necessity of coming here as the thickness of the air – heavy with body heat and perspiration – deters her. Most days she takes to the coastline where she may lift her muzzle to the salty breeze and inhale the scent of the ocean, wondering what lies beyond the horizon.

Today, however, she is compelled to find someone to bring home. It’s with piqued interest that she finds the fiery mare, enticed by the look in her eyes and poise. She isn’t a meager thing.

She is strong-willed, much like the Queen herself.

It’s after having approached them that she initially spoke. Her eyes, though dwelling longer on the mare, do fall to the young boy. Gold points. A trademark of her grandfather. Family. The idea catches and she almost breaches the subject, but the colt is far too young to know. So, she lets it pass unspoken.

”The name is Nayl,” she isn’t formal or eerily kind with bright eyes and broad smiles. Her face, though with a gaze of fire, is amiable enough but fierce. ”Perhaps you can put that attitude to good use,” it isn’t meant as a insult or jab; quite the contrary, actually, as Nayl rather enjoys mares with personalities. The women of Nerine can’t expect to uphold a reputation if their members have the personality of a limp noodle. Sweeping her tail across her hocks, she takes a quick glance toward the knots of horses surrounding them before glancing to the boy. ”I hope your mother is nearby,” she whispers harmlessly, her heart much larger than one would assume, but her attention lifts to the female again. ”Nerine is a far travel north. It’s on the coast, however, and filled with some fiery mares like yourself.” She chuckles then as she reflects on those she has come to enjoy the company of at home.

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina