I sold my soul for this ~Arthas~

[Hestia]

"I am the least of the gods. Why would you trust me with this?"
"You're the last and most important of them all" I replied.

She’s not really paying attention, however, it’s rarely she actually does pay attention. Most snag her attention one way or another without her having to put forth all that much effort. Actually, she never puts in the effort. Rather depressing in it’s own way. Also very pleasant to always know the status of your own importance. She may be queen of the bitches currently, but it is only from their approval that she has remained so this long. A kingdom full of past queens, and immortals from the old world, yes you could say the Leviathans are strong now. So why stand here? Why now?

She could have ignored the situation completely. It isn’t worry or politics that make the final decision, if it had been she would have simply waited for him to approach her. It is Idle curiosity has always been a soft spot of hers and it’s what brings her to their borders now. A wandering soul such as herself always finds a way to sate its ever-hungry nature. A rustle of hooves tells her someone is coming but she doesn’t bother to call out to them. Doesn’t bother with making herself known. Then a dappled young male steps out of the obscure background and into the space that would be their little circle of confidence. A low rumble warbles from her throat purring out from her nostrils in response to his introduction.

He interests her, she roves over his frame, handsome enough in his own right. A quirk of her lip, and she locks gazes with his. Green eyes narrowing, focusing solely on him. You assume much. She quizzically askes pausing a while afterwards to give him a chance to come up with a response. The flames of her wings dance with the cold breeze of their icy winter. It’s warmer here than it is in Nerine. For the first time in her life her coat grows thick and fluffy and she finds gratitude for the flames that burn inside her. Making it through these winters are a bitter ordeal and something that she had, in the past, considered to be the worst aspect of this new Beqanna.

Her eyes shine with the peeked curiosity, he isn’t at all what she’d expected. Which is saying something considering she normally comes into a conversation expecting nothing. But the tremble of fear and caution she had heard in the voices of horses from her allied kingdoms who had come to her borders informing her of the changes; had led her to assume that the new rulers were abrasive personalities. Honestly, they’d painted a picture of blood mongering monsters who’s only desire would be to end all that is good in Beqanna. Modi had given her that impression. Impulsive, young, and hungry for power. But this male before her, he appears to be more practiced, and not at all like Modi. She would have to ask why he chose to align himself with that kingdom out of all the ones that he could have.

It’s not as if Modi had anything to offer, and it’s not as if Sylva is the strongest. Was he hoping to earn the trust of Sylva’s ruler? Was he planning something more? Possibly to pass her own kingdom in status, and power? Hmm, this would be an interesting introduction. Whatever the case may be, she thinks that she rather likes this male.

HESTIA

@[Arthas]