CASIMIRA
i’m only whatever you make me
It is a waiting game now, and thankfully the once-queen has always had patience in abundance. Though she is of course eager to once again bear witness to the glowing volcano on the horizon, it is not enough to make her impatient or irritated — the time will pass regardless. There had been a time when the idea of bringing Tephra back was not even an option; now, thanks to a small group of individuals, it was within reach.
The meadow has been her chosen place for biding time, partially because it is in close proximity to the Mountain, and also because from here she can stand at the river’s edge and stare in the direction she knows Tephra had once been. It is strange to think that beyond the forest on the other side of the river, shrouded in that mysterious fog, lies a fallen kingdom. She wonders if it will be the same once it rises; did she stay the same after she died? Perhaps outwardly, yes, but something had changed in her that day during the Tephra-Loess war, and being reborn had not reversed it.
She is lost in quiet contemplation when she hears footsteps, turning to find the winged stallion that had led the party up the mountainside. “Assailant,” she greets him with a reserved yet amicable smile. She has never been one for grand displays of emotion, always quiet and composed; a stark contrast to the control she had once lacked in her dragon form. She liked him, though, even if such a fondness was not always so easily seen in those icy blue eyes; the fact that he was willing to assemble the group that he had would always be enough for her. “What a pleasant surprise,” she says, tilting her head in a silent gesture to join her.
@assailant