[private] The secret of walking on water - Nev and Lethy

[Neverwhere]

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Eurwen mentions a sister and that brings an ear forward curiously. Ah, but entire seasons have passed since Neverwhere has walked Nerine, anything might have changed in that time. The spotted mare's children have grown, the ward the two mares shared with Lilli, has, too - though perhaps not a great deal, the silvered mare considers, remembering the bejeweled girl's diminutive height. Height is not such an important thing when you can create a tornado, though, nor when you can make the ground shiver.

The earth rumbles with a whine and crack of rock scraping rock, but the cool expression on her face doesn't shift despite the tremors of Eurwen's anger underfoot. When the world is still again, she considers the subject of bringing Lilliana quite settled and leaves it entirely as both mares in front of her hiss and scold. Both mares take the remembrance as a stinging slight, Neverwhere only grins at the pair of them and settles her weight back casually on her left hind. The manufactured sense of peace that drifts over her tastes bitter on her tongue, forced and false, the way Lepis' searing anger had cracked in her skull at Wherewolf's birth. Her ears flick back, warding that rosy magic away.

"Yes, I am," she says quietly, turning her gaze to the buckskin mare that addresses her as Khaleesi, "and it does not seem to me that Lepis' selfishness as you call it has hurt you very dearly, Matriarch. Nothing she has done had any effect on your rise to power."

Politics. The smile turns to a sneer on her lips, baring teeth, disgusted. It always comes to that. Castile, Lepis, both bad actors because their ambitions threatened an imaginary line in the ground. The dappled queen is unimpressed with patriotism.

"It doesn't matter to me where the kingdom seat is, but don't pretend your idea is so different than hers, just because you don't want the crown yourself, just because you didn't invoke Loess."

What is the point of moving it, again and again, each time some threat strums its fingers across the Taigan shadows, each time Ghaul arrives with words of burning, each time Lilliana baits the East or Lepis rises again on the horizon with threats of indomitable peace?

"Do what you need to do to feel safe. But temporarily? Perhaps next week then it can be Taiga, and Ischia in a month What is the point of a temporary move, Eurwen? Every time you move the seat, you will cause confusion and division within the kingdom. Every time you move it, the scavengers will come. Move it once and be done."

That bitch, Neverwhere

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@[Eurwen] @[Izora Lethia]