Look what the cat dragged in; Nayl, Any

[Nayl]

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

In the heart of winter, Nayl finds herself shivering. The sunlight is barely peeking from behind a wall of clouds, but the wind is strong and persistent as it comes from the west, far beyond the eye can see. It whips the ocean’s waves, the white caps expanding farther than usual. For a while, Nayl had stood near the edge of the cliff, watching, listening. It was her usual roost and where she often contemplated and analyzed pieces of her life. This was where she often found comfort during the hours of daylight, but the winter gusts forced her below into one of the caves nestled in the rocks. Albeit sometimes damp, it still at least blocked a majority of the wind.

With her eyes half-lidded, Nayl almost finds herself dozing while sheltered from the teeth of winter. A gentle sway of her body and a deep sigh would have confirmed it had it not been for the distant roar that cut through the silence like butter. There aren’t many feline shifters which is why Nayl is immediately pursuing the origin of disruption. Sand clings to her legs and underbelly as she steps back onto the beach and into the lungs of Mother Nature. What had roared has since hushed, but there are voices nearby that lure her into the correct direction. Confirmation of whom it was is in the image that greets her.

Lewana and Lior.

There is a fluttering in her heart – in her soul – when she sees him scaled and protective, his wings expansive and matching his image. A gentle smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she reaches to touch his hip, then his shoulder and neck. Taking a place next to him – it’s where she belongs – finds her facing the lost girl, a brow lifted. ”Fancy seeing you again, Lewana,” her voice is fairly neutral, but with a tone of surprise at having seen Naga’s daughter for the first time in years. ”Any plans with your return?” Assuming she will stay, of course, because being born a Nerinian often sticks with someone. The life on the coast isn’t so easily forgotten.

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina