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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails ”And suddenly we realize how much we took for granted,” her breath is thoughtful and slow, her eyes burning into the ground at their feet. ”Here we – I – thought we had time to see all the kingdoms and do so much. With the snap of a finger our homes were demolished and dreams – aspirations – were cut.” There is no sense in the rage that is leaking through her blood and drilling into her bones. Being angry won’t solve anything or fix anything at all. The world toppled down and now they have to adjust and adapt; there is no other option. Their eyes meet again and although Djinni’s voice is cool Nayl still hears the sharpness that cuts into their distaste of Beqanna’s sick humor. ”She took a piece of everyone’s soul,” she grumbles unhappily as she reflects on the weakness that initially enveloped her when it happened. Since then Nayl has strengthened herself, but she is still so very vulnerable. Pieces of her are missing, gaping holes in her soul. She wants the shield around her mind to rise again and to revive what objects come across her path. She wants power again, but she isn’t sure how, if, or when. The only reassurance she has had is the Amazons, but even that is beginning to falter. Although the sisterhood is ingrained in her Nayl finds herself straying gradually and slowly. It isn’t the same. It isn’t what she anticipated. The Amazons is falling extinct. The one thing that has grounded Nayl is now slipping through her fingers and she hasn’t yet decided where to turn, who to tell. ”So the question we find ourselves facing is, what’s next?” Nayl covet and myrina's creation