The female's back made an arch as she stretched, her ears laying back against her head as she did so. Laying back down again, Nayeli flipped onto her back, peering up at the vastness of the blue sky. She cocked her head to the side, trying to determine what image a passing cloud looked like. "A flower, perhaps?" She murmured, watching as it started to change once a breeze had blown past. She watched it take on a new form, and smiled.
"That looks like a castle," She declared, making out the outline of the medieval structure, "And that's a princess." Nayeli said, looking at a small blob. 'She's in trouble, for whatever reason, and a knight has to come to save her...'
As a child, Nayeli had always adored stories. Myths and fairy tales were always her favourites - she could always lose herself in a good story. Her imagination tended to wander from time to time, and she'd find herself daydreaming until someone or something snaps her out of it. She had quite the collection of stories memorized in her mind - everything from Egyptian mythology, to Cinderella. She always enjoyed sharing the stories she learned with others.
Unfortunately, she didn't know many others around these parts. On the contrary, she probably only knew one other Ulaya - this being a young male named Kenelm, who had taken her under his wing as a little sister of sorts. While it was nice to talk to her 'brother', it was hard for Nayeli not to long for others to speak to and befriend as well.
