fiasko
Winter is in full swing, and the chill is beginning to set in. Fiasko stands in one of her childhood hideouts, watching as a faint snow begins to fall. It's strange to think that yet another year is nearly at a close. It hasn't been a terribly busy year for her - the kingdom is quiet as always (though not as quiet as when she took the throne) and the twins have become far more independent. It's left her with, much to her surprise, days where she has little, if anything to do. She doesn't mind it - she's well used to being on her own - but she does find it rather odd. When she'd agreed to take the crown she'd thought that she'd never have a moments peace. Running a kingdom had seemed like such a busy job. But, she's found it rather the opposite. Beqanna is peaceful at the moment, and there is far less to do.She's considering making a trip to the field (the place quiet as of late, but it can't hurt to try), when a shrill cry splits the calm air.
She instantly breaks into a run. Has something happened? Is someone in danger?
Her heart thuds painfully in her chest as she rushes in the direction of the call, towards the Tree. She readies herself for a fight (not that she’d be very helpful in one), but comes to a sudden stop when the Tree finally comes into view. It’s only Reuen there. Just Reuen. No one else is there.
Trying to calm her panicking heart, she walks slowly up to the silvered mare. “Reuen … I heard a scream. Is everything alright?” Her eye falls upon a soft little bundle, lying at the base of the tree. A small side, rising and falling in sleep. A foal. She’d of course smelled the many new children that had arrived in the Gates during the spring, but hadn’t realized that one of them had been Reuen’s. “Oh hello. Is this your little one?”
i'm still waiting for the world to end