Sometimes fate likes to take control. That's the only way she could explain her current situation. She had stood on the brink of destruction, and had found home instead. And what a beautiful home it was. The ever golden forest spread wide over Beqanna, joining the sea at one end. She had come to find that in general, she preferred the forest to the rocky shoreline, but today felt like a day to change things up. Grey clouds gathered thickly overhead, promising a spring storm for later in the day. She did not make it quite to the shoreline when a strange sight occurred.
Coming from the directing she was heading trotted a very damp, careworn looking fellow. The thick dark hair that spun down his shoulders clung in wet tendrils, while sand and leaves were caught in the dense feathering of his large feet. Sabra not a timid thing by nature, but the considerable size difference between them, as well as her advanced pregnancy, made her consider her next course of action hard. It boiled down to duty. What kind of queen would she be, if she could not muster the courage necessary to greet those who ventured into her land? Even rough men such as this.
Nostrils flared slightly, she lifted her head elegantly, a look of regal serenity on her multi toned face. As the soot-dappled man broke through the treeline, she called out, interrupting the birds in their carefree tune. "Hello, and welcome to Sylva. Who might you be?" She sang out lightly, letting her words carry over the short distance between them.
@[Eros]