Ferocity and bluntness run in Nayl's veins; it simply isn't in her nature to be quite so amiable and gracious. Her voice, though smooth as silk, contains poison. It isn't regretful for Ygritte to be meeting Nayl as the first Amazon but perhaps it's slightly less than ideal. The girl doesn't outwardly smile or excitedly invite the stranger in. They stand face-to-face at the Jungle's doorstep, waiting for the impasse to end. "Charmed," she replies languidly as her tail sweeps across her hocks. The humidity of the Jungle is clawing her back, trying to usher her back into its depths, but she remains in a stalemate until she finally offers her own name. "Nayl." So simple, so direct.
The doorway into her home is wide open and yet she is hesitant to stand aside and let Ygritte in. A long moment lapses as her autumn eyes drink in the stranger more carefully, scrutinizing her in the dappled lighting. Only afterward does a hum vibrate through her core while she sidesteps. "Then come in and check out our Jungle." The kingdom is always expanding, always strengthening. Not yet in her life has she seen it weaken beneath a Queen's iron fist. "The Amazons are a rare breed," she thinks aloud as a more smug expression wipes across her pretty face. Quietly, she ushers accompanies Ygritte past the border and into the sea of emerald green.
Their surroundings are drastically different from where Ygritte came - the outside, the field, the meadow - and Nayl takes pride in it. They are the only jungle in Beqanna, sharing the environment with no one but their sisters and the native animals. A low growl of a jaguar creeps along the forest floor as it watches them walk past. The monkeys continue to chatter overhead and the birds sing their songs. In the midst of it all Nayl's eyes find Ygritte. "So why here? What draws you to be an Amazon?" The better question is, can she handle being one, but Nayl doesn't yet delve into that.
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