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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails It's impossible to ignore the raucous in the Jungle. The voices carry heavily through the trees and cling onto Nayl as though she was one. Her head turns as she slowly blinks. There is a male's voice among the range of women, but it's a noise that is somewhat familiar although she hasn't heard it in years. Her eyes brighten in curiosity. It's regretful to see how tardy she actually is to the congregation, but Nayl doesn't admit it as she weaves through the vines and knot of horses until she is facing the Chamberling. With eyes baring down at him she can't help but wonder what may have transpired during her absence. "Erebor," his name is honey on her tongue as she drinks in the sight of him. They had last met in the Chamber although it was entirely too brief. Shortly afterward Nayl went into a hiatus that enveloped her in darkness. Since reappearing, however, she hasn't been disappointed. The Jungle is still bursting with activity even as a new Queen ascends the throne. That had been a relief. Now, there seems to be more than just activity; perhaps a little trouble? A coy grin stretches across her lips as she only regards the Chamber prince. "I see you're causing quite a stir among the sisterhood. You're seeking the wrong type of attention." An airy chuckle punctuates her dry humor. Even with her sisters all around her Nayl cannot tear her gaze away from Erebor. Nayl covet and myrina's creation