09-07-2016, 04:17 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
The ground was white where they were. This place, delicately placed in snow, was a beautiful paradise and so very different than her own Ireland. The trees were mystical, and they almost sang to each other with the leaping of the squirrels from one branch to another—and the plunging of newly fallen winter snow down onto the freshly fallen layers below. Reagan found that she was at peace for the first time in her recollection. She had her blood back—praise Mary—and she had her beautiful Jinju. And Ruan, wherever he was. Caelestra—her daughter by blood—would be around somewhere, and yet it was that the child of two magicians had done what she was familiar with, even without her magical blood about her. She had chosen to take herself off with all of the independence that could be won about her. For once, Reagan was learning how to balance it all, and it felt good to explore those other sides of herself that had for so long been allowed to be denied, and swept under the rug.
But she was, first and foremost, a diplomat. And for the woman who had helped to orchestrate the facilitation of this new home, she found that her self-imposed duties were that she would walk the edges of her new home, and explore the boarders. Reporting to Romek, and his mate Maribel—nee, husband and wife, which is much more intimate than just mates… as it implies a meeting of hearts as well as minds and bodies—she would make herself as useful to them as possible, until it was not of her interest to be there any longer. She was as loyal as the land was forgiving, but Reagan had seen enough danger and mutiny in her life to know that if such a thing were to occur, Reagan would be the first to take herself elsewhere.
But for the time being, she found her mind at ease, and allowed herself to settle into the role of family as well as politics. Perhaps it would be easy to balance and have it all. So, she searches out Maribel, her new leader, as she was sure to have her twins with her. Such beautiful little girls were deserving of their magic show.
But she was, first and foremost, a diplomat. And for the woman who had helped to orchestrate the facilitation of this new home, she found that her self-imposed duties were that she would walk the edges of her new home, and explore the boarders. Reporting to Romek, and his mate Maribel—nee, husband and wife, which is much more intimate than just mates… as it implies a meeting of hearts as well as minds and bodies—she would make herself as useful to them as possible, until it was not of her interest to be there any longer. She was as loyal as the land was forgiving, but Reagan had seen enough danger and mutiny in her life to know that if such a thing were to occur, Reagan would be the first to take herself elsewhere.
But for the time being, she found her mind at ease, and allowed herself to settle into the role of family as well as politics. Perhaps it would be easy to balance and have it all. So, she searches out Maribel, her new leader, as she was sure to have her twins with her. Such beautiful little girls were deserving of their magic show.