||Meeting a Queen|| {Hestia}

[Hestia]

The world may be a scary place, but to Hestia that just means that she must be that much scarier. Sometimes that means not getting along with everyone you meet, or giving up when things get hard, or impossible for that matter. It’s all just a subtle way of the world saying try harder. Do better, be stronger. It’s because she does this; because she pushes the horses that offer themselves up to the brutal regime of the ranks to do this. Her demands of them are to follow her so that they are now finding their strengths. And maybe its unfair, maybe its cruel how she demands their lives, dreams, and every fiber of their beings to be dedicated to her Nerine. Maybe it’s unreasonable, but she expects the same as she gives.

They call themselves Amazon’s now? She does not know of this, and its most likely a good thing that she doesn’t. She’d not approve, and maybe they need that name on their tongues to bolster themselves for the undertaking of being amongst her ranks. She doesn’t know that some are calling her Khaleesi, this too probably should not come to her awareness. She does not see herself as one of those queens. The Khaleesi’s are what the kingdom remembers, it’s the name they find strength in, but for her it’s a title given to the ghosts that came after the time of the true Amazonian. Thoughts that most likely should never come out of her mouth. It might make them believe that she scorns them and the heritage they look up to. In truth she doesn’t, she sees past the traditions and to the heart and reason they came into existence.

She wants to take Nerine back to that, they just cannot see it yet. They will though, if she keeps pushing them at this rate they will. She has plans, ideas, things that will come to pass over the course of time. Because nothing is instant and trying to make it all happen at this moment would only ruin a good thing. However, she knows they grow restless, the kingdoms have been to quiet. She likes the quiet, wishes the quiet could be forever, but here in Beqanna if a land remains to quiet to long, they grow antsy and begin to squabble. Or start wars, most of the time though they go to hide away in their secret haunts not to be seen until the kingdom is weak once more. Hestia can’t allow any of these scenarios to happen so she acts. She acts in the best interest of her kingdom. She sends them on missions, commands them to practice, keeps them busy until they are strong. They take part in the Alliance wars, recruit new members, bring in children, build relationships with other kingdoms. Yes, everything is going well.

She’s in a calculating mood, going over every angle twice, and every loophole thrice. Every little piece of her puzzle she has memorized, but still, she chooses to leave nothing to chance. The air is brusque with the impending beginnings of winter. Her coat is thicker, a little shaggier. Her patrols take longer as narrow trails become treacherous to travel. She notices the frosty mare in one of her side glances. A quizzical look crossing her face. Hello, this is someone new, she’s never met before but the ocean clings to her hide as if she has already taken residency in Nerine. How is it that she had missed this? Hestia mentally kicks herself for overlooking someone, she would need to hold a meeting again soon. She will not allow them to become nameless, faceless strangers. They will know her as their friend as well as their queen.

HESTIA

The devil whispered in my ear, you’ll never survive the storm
I whispered back, I am the storm

@[Nymf]