anyone;

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails It had been so easy for Sylva to be taken over. A simple request escalated into a calm overthrow that has nestled the forestland underneath Nerine’s wing. They are the first to rise to power in that sense, here in this revised Beqanna. Even that simple fact enthralls Nayl and ignites a flame deep in her core. She plans to be a strong, formidable Queen for Nerine; she refuses to fail them. With Djinni at her side, it all just seems simpler. They feed off each other’s joy at having been dealt this new hand of cards. They are stepping out of their shadows and engraving their names into their world’s overwhelming history. In this moment, they are able to enjoy the sweet taste of victory. In this moment, they enjoy their accomplishments. A smile here and a laugh there. What friendship they originally had is now building on itself, fortifying and strengthening with each passing day. Nayl blinks and looks at Djinni, still with a smile but with an inkling of seriousness. ”I made you the Mage, here,” announcing the promotion only to her instead of the group of Nerinians. It isn’t as though Djinni revels in attention or flaunts her efforts and achievements; she has always appeared more private in her mannerisms. The proclamation controls the small space between them for a while until Stillwater’s predicament strikes a chord. Nayl hardly flinches and forces herself to chuckle. ”I highly doubt that,” she refuses to believe that he would be missing her or wanting her. Originally, he wanted a cave and whomever he wanted, and now he has an entire forest with women likely shadowing his step. Despite inwardly hoping that Djinni is being honest, Nayl only leads her to believe that Stillwater doesn’t affect her. No one can know. ”I’m sure he’s savoring his temporary freedom,” with emphasis on temporary. Nayl covet and myrina's creation