Differences make good sparks - any

[Nayl]

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

Motherhood has weakened her and slashed into her hunger for power. It tampered with her plans and melted the ice encasing her heart. With children shadowing her footsteps Nayl allowed herself to be distracted and to lose her grip on the world. In the silence of the night, the Iron Queen’s teeth clench with agitation.

She wants to be powerful again, but it has slipped so far from her fingers that she questions her ability to recover. When she contemplates happiness, her family comes to mind – her children, Lior – and everything else almost melts away. It’s no longer the crown. She’s spent enough time on her throne to want something more – or would it be less?

It’s surprising to hear the wail of an abandoned child over the roar of her thoughts, but Nayl looks distantly toward the border with curiosity igniting her autumn eyes. It doesn’t take her long to find the girl and close the distance until their bodies are nearly touching. Beneath the porcelain moonlight Nayl can see the slick dampness licking the child’s coat and chilling her. ”Where’s your mother?” Because she can’t fathom a mother abandoning her child, but that horror exists in Beqanna. It’s rampant, but she is witnessing it now for the very first time. A newborn, still struggling with the concept of walking, has been left to her own accord in a strange and wild place. Glancing up, the iron queen observes the trees and the distant hills before falling back to the child. ”What’s your name?” Seeing her shiver on the eve of sunrise stirs the urge to hold her, to warm her frail body, but instead Nayl looks around with a half-expectance to see the mother join them.

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina