[open] the living are hungry; ALL

[Draconis]

YOU NEVER SAW IT FROM MY PERSPECTIVE, THE CRAFT THAT I PERFECTED GOT REJECTED
AND THROWN OUT THE WINDOW WITH NO PROPER EXIT.
I WAS HUMBLE, NOW I'M NOT AS PLEASANT. I'M DROPPING WRECKAGE ON YOUR SHADY DYNASTY.
BITCH I'M NOT TO MESS WITH.

Still reeling from the shock of watching the little dragon etched upon her chest disappear as if it had never been, Draconis arrives at the scene of the tiny gathering. To her surprise, it is her friend Lexa that is hosting the meeting, and not their Khaleesi, Lagertha. Curiousier and curiousier, she thinks, until it becomes clear from the ongoing conversation that there is quite a good reason for Lexa to be hosting this meeting: there had been a passing off of the Jungle crown. Well, sort of. The firebreather had heard about the raid upon the Deserts, the attempt to take over its established monarchy, a raid that by the sound of it had gone sideways rather spectacularly. The Deserts drowned, all kingdom magics gone? That would explain why her marking had so randomly disappeared, she sourly realizes. Obviously, a mare who was abruptly swept away by another's magic would not have the time to choose a successor, but Draconis can think of no one better to lead the Jungle than her long-time friend. Lexa was an established presence in the Amazons' kingdom, she had dwelt here for all of her life and would never betray nor cause harm to it. The star-spotted girl listens as introductions are made, matching names to faces before offering her own. "Hello, I'm Draconis. "She is unsure of current kingdom relations, but offers up a suggestion nonetheless, wanting to contribute *something* to her sisters' gathering. "The Falls, perhaps? "