DAWN
i just killed off what was left of the optimist in me
Dawn won’t mind if Pangea floods with the icy waters from Hyaline’s mountains. Her thoughts are on the mountains as she paces through Pangea, and on the icy lake she used to swim in as a child. She can’t help but think it funny that she has lived now within all three eastern lands, each as the ruling kingdom of the time. She has ruled in two kingdoms now, though she hardly counts ruling the Cove since her queenship there had been so brief – hopefully she remains on the throne in Pangea for quite some time longer than that.
She is emerging from the cold water of the river when the canyons begin playing their mysterious song, the wind whipping through her mane as she shifts back to horse form. A polar bear in Pangea may look strange – certainly her bear would be better suited to Icicle Isle, for example – but she wants to grow more confident in her shifting, instead of it being something she turns to when upset. Her loss of control in Tephra had shown her a lot about herself, and she wonders often if Kensa will ever speak with her again.
The woman is not alone in her thoughts for long, however. A muscular youth crosses into her sight as she moves away from the banks, bay and gold and... familiar somehow. It has been some time since she has seen young Valek, but Kensa’s boy is unmistakable. He has grown taller and thicker since their first meeting, but the look in his eye as he approaches is the same, and Dawn grins at the boy. “It is good to see you again, Valek,” she says, eyes alight with playfulness. “And please, just call me Dawn. How have you been?”
@[Valek]