any/all foals;

[Nayl]

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

There have been a few others, not many, which seem to have continued their legacy. Their faces, their strengths, are manifested into the small body of a child that knows only young innocence. During her walks along the shoreline and along the cliff ridges, Nayl has been observing the life quickly blossoming across her home once more. It may fall steadily quiet, but no one ever truly leaves. Nerine’s black sands and ocean calls to them and has seeped pieces of its soul into their blood. At one point in time, Nayl loathed this new place and wanted only to nestle in the viridian sea of the Jungle once more, but somehow this land changed the course of her thoughts. She has been a comfortable coastal queen, a woman no longer hidden away behind a dense wall of foliage.

In the past few days, Nayl has acclimated herself to having another young child shadow her footsteps. Once, it had been Castile, then Isobell. Her daughter, so beautiful and precious, has since gained independence – enough so as to allow Nayl more private nights with Lior underneath the star-studded sky or in the deep depths of a cave. There had been a slim yearning for another child, but she has not acted on it. She doesn’t entirely enjoy pregnancy.

But Kahvi, the sweet girl found abandoned and alone, has thus far sated Nayl’s increased desire for a child’s company. With an ill-humored grin, she recalls hating children, especially those not of her own blood. Motherhood has definitely softened the iron queen.

With a soft bump of her shoulder against Kahvi, Nayl directs her to a stretch of shoreline that she had once watched her son play among others. The web of caves is to their right, the relaxed ocean to their left. Sand churns underfoot as they venture farther until the queen’s voice rings out in the most gentle – and uncharacteristic – of ways. There is a new generation here in Nerine. It’s only right to see them and to let them mingle with one another. While waiting, Nayl draws to a halt and occasionally lips at Kahvi’s mohawk, her eyes laced to the cerulean blue ocean.

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina

Any and all kiddos of Nerine are welcome to hop in on this thread. I figured it would be one way of seeing what munchkins are here, but also to have them interact/start having friends/enemies, character development, etc.