Ciri
It had been strange to fall asleep one day in the lands of old and then awaken in an entirely new one. It had still been Beqanna but… different. Magic was a strange thing that she couldn’t wrap her head around sometimes but she tries to explain to Nashua how she is far from immortal and time had always seemed tricky around her. She knows the terms of both the Brotherhood and the land of Sisters, having once had a mind to join the jungle ranks if she ever grew tired of wandering. Her familial lineage is limited but she tells Nash that most of her ties with those two kingdoms specifically rested on her maternal side. Her mother had rarely spoken of her own dam, all she knew was that she had been brutally murdered well before her time and it was too painful for her mother to speak about. She had learned a bit about her great grandfather Cross, a brooding man with red eyes that had once ruled the Tundra and served many other kingdoms. His stories were legend among his kin, having many rivalries and adventures under his long life including several wars and plenty of love stories sprinkled throughout. Not all the stories had been kind or pleasant about him but he had done enough to be remembered in various ways it seemed. She was unaware that he actually still lived having outsmarted the Afterlife, a secret kept from them all.
As Nash fills her in on yet another brother, she chuckles softly and amusement sparkles in the metallic swirls of her gaze. “How many of you are there?” She teases lightly and wonders what it was like to grow up with such a close knit family. What did it feel like to have a sibling you could confide in? She explains to him how she had always been an only child as far as she knew. There had been mention of her possible sire once, Atrox, but she had never truly explored that option of trying to find him. Once she had been curious but now she didn’t see the point anymore. Family was what she would make, she had decided. It couldn’t be based on blood alone.
He catches her up on other major events that she had missed and other things she had not been aware of and she takes it all in with not many follow up questions. Eventually though it leads back to Castile.
“Fae magic” he explains and despite the hurt she still carries from that time in their young lives (when Castile had turned his head away from her when she had needed him most) she can’t help the pang of pity she feels for the dragon she had once known. Despite what they had gone through she had never wished him ill and she hopes that wherever he is now he has found peace. At the mention of kin in Loess she recalls the massive black dragon that had flown over the meadow, covering her with its large shadow, and she nods her head knowingly in response. It didn’t scare her to think of the scaled beast then and it still doesn’t now, despite knowing the brutal fate that had followed Castile.
She had always had a thing for dragons after all.
“We’ve been chatting all day and I didn’t even tell you why I came to find you today.” She finally says with a bright grin, making it clear that she hadn’t minded their talk at all. Quite the opposite. “Leilan suggested you might need someone to take over night patrols. As I’m at my best beneath a night sky,” A toss of her muzzle behind her to indicate her stars, ”I thought I might offer myself for the job.”
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