Nyxa
Nyxa’s own mother had been too absent to be much of a lookout for her daughter. Oh, to be sure, Circinae had loved Nyxa! She’d loved all three of her children, tried her best despite the absence of their father and the constant support of Aunt Jah-Lilah, but she’d crowded her plate. Circinae had been a key member of three kingdoms and then Queen of her own after; somewhere in between the duty of protecting those under her guidance and solving the crumbling bits of her own relationship, Circinae had let Nyxa slip through the cracks.
In fact, she’d nearly drowned due to her dam’s negligence.
But, Nyxa was far from dead. She was rather healthy and unaware of her current pregnancy, beautiful and put together as a woman of her age should be. She was more powerful than her mother had ever expected (more powerful than she herself had planned to be) and, in some measure of Beqanna life, Nyxa assumed that equalled success.
So she meets Ilma’s initial greeting with a broad smile, though she cannot physically see the other mare yet. “Ilma, the pleasure is mine. I’m known as Nyxa.” The Nereid replies as her white counterpart comes swiftly into view. The mention of borders causes a light chuckle to burst free from the Nymph’s throat; She’d nearly forgotten the invisible importance of Beqanna’s boundary lines. “I come in peace, truly. Hyaline was once my home …” The younger female recounts, somewhat wistfully, with a quick glance to the rim of Mountains encompassing the lake kingdom.
“I come out of pure curiosity. My … gifts, as they are, could be beneficial to the health of Hyaline’s beloved lake. Tell me, Ilma,” She poses, pale ears flicking towards her companion as bright inquisitiveness lights her features, “Are all of the residents of Hyaline happy? Even the fishy ones?”
-I'm sailing right behind, like a bridge over troubled water-
@[Ilma]