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[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails And this, their closest neighbor, is Pangea. Nayl is unaware of its name, but she has edged close enough to peer down into the empty dust bowl huddled against a jagged mountain range. Its expanse extends far beyond what the eye can see, but it lacks grandeur. When her head turns she expects to see at least a forest somewhere, but there is nothing. No greenery, no great watering hole, or anything of the like. It’s a barren wasteland, but when she inches closer it’s as though the magic is trembling underfoot threateningly. The land knows she doesn’t belong here; there is a deeper power horded in the bosom from having been created from a much different power than the faeries. Understanding, Nayl heeds the muted warning and remains at an unchartered border. In the distance, she can see horses scattered across the threshold where the magic is strongest and where they have collected to live. From her vantage on a lower-lying ridge Nayl is able to see the kingdom spread out and reach hungrily into the ocean. It’s truly a sight to behold, but certainly far-fetched from being considered beautiful. That opinion, however, doesn’t waver her curiosity to know more. With the Nerinians having kept secluded for so long they lack the knowledge of other lands. They are as ignorant as newborn children, but Nayl’s initial plan of action is to change all of that and to figure out what lies beyond their coastline. Hugging the new border, Nayl waits while her eyes continue to drink in her surroundings. Nayl covet and myrina's creation