Straia, Erebor, Anyone;

[Nayl]

Burn my lungs and curse my eyes Nayl can't say she's entirely surprised to see Ephrelle. Her shadow is trailing her closely with eyes as wondrous as a newborn. They are in an entirely different world where mares aren't the matriarchs and substance of the rank system. There is no lush, green jungle or wild cats to announce them. Together, side by side, they are in a kingdom of receding ash and burned hopes. For decades the Chamber has held tightly onto its reputations. Supposedly, it has been years since the kingdom last meddled in chaos. Curious as to who steers the more quiet kingdom, Nayl couldn't help but follow the foreign traces of nomads until it brought her here. Knowing only the general direction of the Chamber, the girl had to heavily rely on her own instincts to reach their destination. Now that they have arrived, Nayl is able to more easily glance over her shoulder at Ellie. "It's lovely to have you here," she lies convincingly. It would have been better if she were alone, but after a moment of reconsideration, perhaps it's best that she has her sidekick. Straia soon arrives and is long after followed by Erebor. Acknowledging the queen first, Nayl respectfully tips her head. "Hello, Your Grace," a small bit of flattery never hurt anyone, did it? "I just wanted to see the Chamber for myself, really. This is a solitary excursion that I decided to take." When the prince joins them, Nayl's eyes flash curiously. "Erebor, I hope you've been well. This is my friend, Ephrelle." She doesn't trust anyone enough yet to truly regard as a friend, but she lies so well and so sweetly that no one would know otherwise. "I'm also curious of relationships," she pauses in hesitation as her eyes gradually lift to Straia's, "What are your opinions on the Khaleesi?" Does their queen have more enemies than allies? Will her reign crumble before her very eyes? Nayl can only hope. Nayl covet and myrina's creation