Straia, Erebor, Anyone;

[Nayl]

Burn my lungs and curse my eyes Is a yearling considered too young to be so ambitious and driven? It shouldn’t be; not when the individual is destined for greatness. Without hesitation Nayl weaved through the Jungle’s underbrush to escape the humid borders. With miles still left to travel the girl found herself contemplating the task at hand as well as her future. This is what she is fated to be – an Amazon – and when she looks down at the vine spiraling up her leg she is reminded of the vow that binds her. Generations have marked her; Nayl descends from loyal Queens and servants to the Jungle. It’s in her blood and soul. She has been born into greatness, she tells herself, but she already knows better than to outwardly express her arrogance. The mark of frost on her shoulder seemingly dances in the sunlight as she crests one of the last hills before reaching her destination. The tribal markings are fierce as they swirl and slash across her face, neck, and right shoulder. Then there is the lonely tree frog quietly perched on her hip staring out with wide emerald eyes. One would think she was a princess. She should be. She needs to be. The Jungle should be hers. When she arrives at the border of the Chamber, Nayl drinks in the unfamiliar sight of the kingdom for the very first time. It looks much different from the Jungle. There isn’t a sea of green to meet her vision or a gurgling river nearby. Instead there are towering pine trees and new spring grass. It doesn’t seem quite so wild and fierce as the Jungle, but it has its own appeal. With her eyes lifted Nayl let’s a single note slip from her velvet lips then expectantly waits to be greeted. Nayl covet and myrina's creation