stillwater;

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Nayl waited, but not for very long. Her mind reeled when she drew in his scent mingled with Djinni’s, and she bided her time for a short while before deciding to venture out and see him. Traveling to Sylva takes hours. She abandoned her post on the Cliffside at dawn and navigated south toward the peeking Mountain as it cuts through the wintry, gray clouds. For most of the trip, that is her compass – her beacon – and she follows it loyally until she noticed where her turn veered off the developing path. A soft gale tousles her locks as she takes pause to admire the change of scenery where deciduous trees and rocky mountains meet. Her fiery eyes are lit with curiosity, but they roll to turn her attention on Sylva as it looms ever nearer. The faintest hint of him reaches her and guides her to the invisible walls that mark the new land. Perhaps it would be wiser to wait at the edge again, but the formalities have escaped her. Curiosity slips barbed tendrils into her mind and lure her deeper into the forest until he is in front of her, standing quietly amid the shadows and dappled sunlight. With a face of steel, Nayl inches closer, but never like they were in Nerine. ”Let’s see that pretty little crown on your head,” to imagine him a King is to laugh, and though it bubbles in her core she maintains a more stoic expression beneath his observation. He had left her – although she doesn’t know the stipulations or what transpired – and it wracked her so violently and so unexpectedly, but why? She turns her head and looks up at the trees, then back to Stillwater’s slate eyes. ”Nice place,” she lies, knowing well he would prefer his cave, his ocean, his freedom. Despite loathing the idea of having him gone (away from her sight and away from her power) she manages to mask it all behind contentment and amusement. A glimmer of a smile reaches her lips now as she shrugs. ”Don’t flatter yourself,” she takes a few steps past him before turning to face him again with the trees engulfing her, ”I’m only here to make the alliance official.” Nothing more, she repeats to herself again and again, forcing herself to believe it. Nayl covet and myrina's creation