Nayl can’t deny the shock that periodically electrifies her thoughts and forces her to take pause in her wandering. Both Naga and Celeana have been silenced, their anger suppressed with the potency of their scents. She would almost consider them both gone, swept away by the tide, but she knows better than to assume they had abandoned their lives here. They will return at some point, perhaps when they find it most opportunistic to unseat the very woman that raised hell in their own lives. Unwilling to search for them and distracted by her own responsibilities, Nayl has continued on without remorse and without regret. A smug grin occasionally creeps across the thin line of her lips when she reflects on their turbulent history, but more often than not, she is forgetting them.
Their memories are withering to a point that Nayl had even overlooked their child. The small lion cub initially posed a threat, but she thought nothing of it as the months trailed on in complete silence among the feline women; however, she remembers that innocent scent that quivered her nostrils then as it does now while she stands near the edge of the sand just out of the ocean’s reach. Turning her head slowly, Nayl regards the girl, almost not recognizing her had it not been for the singular memory she has of her.
She listens out of courtesy at first but considers dismissing the child merely due to her parentage. Instead, a lopsided smirk sets the mood for the colder tone in her voice. ”Your mothers would highly disapprove of that,” they could potentially lash out, their mistrust building into rage. It could be troublesome, even risky, but then Nayl considers the other possibilities. This could be a link that forces a splinter under her mothers’ skins. She could have an underling at an interesting cost.
”Why should I train you?” She insists while finally turning to face the girl, a brow lifted but hidden beneath her forelock.
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