i'm a wishful thinker, with the best intentions.
He is respectful and polite and what I would imagine of a King, a King who has seen much in his life. Yet I know not a thing, he could be a soldier, an underling. But he looks as war-torn as any gentleman may be. I nod slowly, green eyes watchful but not so as observational as normal. He talks of Kingdom Relations and of Shatter Me. A quirk of an invisible brow finds my strawberry face.
'Shatter Me should be with you shortly, she is never far.' I add an agreeable nod, firming my own thoughts. The dappled Queen was either wandering the Falls, beside her Tiberious (I had seen them, yet said nothing. It was a lovely sight really, and I hoped them the best.) Astute eyes find his discomfort, and I roll my vast shoulders, sidestepping a little. 'You could wait in the shade, if that would make it more comfortable?' my tone is soft, lilting, as caring as one could be to a stranger.
The sunlight beams upon my back in torrents of tangerine heat, and I shift equally as uncomfortable. Vast frame shivering, knocking away the flies that pester in the stagnant heat. Errant speaks of cold and winter and the idea almost feels a blessing right now. Crunchy snow beneath over dried hooves. A cold, almost refreshing breeze. 'Snow right now, seems like a blessing.' I chuckle, the sound is soft, a tender song of larks in spring trees. Soft dew upon grass come morning. My gargantuan head turns to see Shatter descend. I dip my nose, low towards my chest, salmon nose twitching as my lips form into a warm, friendly smile.
'Sir Errant is here to see you, My Lady.' I direct a nose from each, confirming the fact. A little awkward sidestep, but I remained still, shifting my emerald gaze between the two. 'Do you mind if I stay? There is much to learn, if of course Sir Errant does not mind, and neither you, My Queen?
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ambassador of the falls