[private] I'd go there if you let me

[Tantalize]

tantalize

You're not coming back for me

These things they will never be

I'm so used to being wrong

So put me where I belong

Bardot looks different from the last time she had seen her. Granted, that had been many many years ago. Yet her second born still looks fresh faced, young. A horn that had certainly not been there when she had given birth to her now spirals from her forehead. The flowers in her hair don’t particularly draw her eye, normal to someone who calls the rain forest home. “I never forgot.” She says and Liz dips her head slightly in acknowledgment. “No, you wouldn’t.” There is an unexpected warmth in the tone of her voice. Bardot had always been treated as her Heir, the one she would have chosen if she had managed to keep her throne. If she had been stronger in the wake of Lion's betrayal.

Out of all her children, the buckskin girl (how much she reminds her of Uncle Magnus) had always been the most similar to her. Better than her even, learning at a young age how to thrive and survive in a hard and cruel world. She had never known what it felt like to be broken, she thinks. She hopes she never will.

The words are not easy to come by when Bardot questions her and asks why she was here under the pretense of “What happened?” “Life, as it so often does.” Is her only response as she shrugs slightly. Dirty raven feathers, crusted with earth and debris, unfurl slightly at her sides. They start to ache if not stretched every day. She hasn’t flown in years.

There is silence for a moment as they both listen to the throaty croak of poisonous frogs, the chuffing of a lurking jungle cat, the gurgle of water from somewhere in the distance. “Why you are here is the more important question.” The elder Khaleesi had never seen the point in beating around the bush and sees no point in starting now.