The air is kind around Naia when she wakes, though she does not care nor is she comforted by its perfect temperature. She rises solemnly, immediately awake through the rigorous training of her body she has so committed to. She shakes out her coat and peers to the left (trees), then to the right (more trees) - not another soul to be sensed. A gentle sigh and deep breathe then she is off to see more.
Leaves and twigs still lingering from winter crunch beneath her calm gait. Each of the roan’s steps is purposeful, quiet and near militant. She does not utter a word; instead, her mouth is relaxed and totally noiseless, more fitting for one that likes to know any and all that may surround her. The early morning sun glints off each golden strand of her mane, glittering as if it is truly gold. Naia flicks her locks out of her eyes, irate with the beauty most would feel lucky to have.
Naia has been wandering between the Common Lands over the last six months or so - ever since she left her mother (or rather, her mother disappeared). The lands call to her but at the thought of them she shows her first sign of emotion: nervous shuffling. She knows that her father and any extended family may reside there, though she is not certain she is ready to face them. Her mother only spoke his name: Leilan. She would say that certainly he has many other children when Naia would ask, though she never spoke ill of him.
She wishes she did not grow up alone, just Thalassa and her. Naia is easy and social in her most comfortable form, but the lonely defense mechanisms she has built won’t allow that. For today, and maybe forever, she is no more than a trained warrior with only affection (even that is hesitant) for her mother.
In the meadow she is the same: proud, poised, and so alone.
open to anyone <3