wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me; any

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Somehow Nayl is the outlier. She is not family to any of them nor does she come from a twisted fable of lies, deceit, and rape. Their lives have already been woven together if not now then at least once before in the past. She takes note of the stallion's searching expression and the mare's languid response to seeing him once more. The girl, however, much younger than the other two, simply stands illuminated by the porcelain moonlight. A tilt of Nayl's head is the initial recognition of her company as she settles herself among them as though she belongs. Each of their names hang idly from Gallow's lips followed by a single question. "Nayl," she can feel their eyes weighing on her, judging her, trying to read her, but they can't. Her mind is an abyssal hole to any whom try, or maybe just an impassable wall. At times she wonders the strength of her own mental barricade and how many have tried to beat it down. Gallows, so readily flaunting her mind reading, offers the simplest and yet most challenging question. A thin smile wavers and slips away quickly. "I like your bluntness, " Nayl murmurs placidly as her body shifts comfortably to relax. There is no need to say anything more. All their roving eyes are flickering among each other before finding Malis. Her answer is what they want. Nayl covet and myrina's creation

bleh. bad post :/