08-22-2021, 04:13 PM
Asking Oceane for her blessing came naturally. Telling Obscene about her plan to rally the North together into a meeting had been easy. Requesting Reave’s presence had been a hopeful chance. But asking her Uncle?
Cheri felt like it might be asking too much of him. If she were being honest with herself she’d admit to feeling guilt over the matter, knowing everything she did about his situation and the North’s surmounting problems. In fact, Cheri had no honest claim to the northern Kingdom anymore, having become an expatriate herself. Her duties should’ve been focused on the south, not back home where her family members were.
But that was the cost of leaving everything and everyone you loved behind. She couldn’t just claim a title and metaphorical crown while forgetting all the horses who’d helped along the way. It wasn’t in her nature. She was desirous of a different outcome where the two could finally be combined: North and South, not separate but whole. A future where she wouldn’t have to choose between them, and the family could be whole again. That was her design.
She couldn’t do it on her own.
“You can come south after breeding season.” The black appaloosa told her Uncle. “Come to Loess. I say we host an accord between the Northern and Southern leaders where we can share our concerns and talk about an emerging solution. We’re stronger together.” She believed, tilting her head to get a better look at Nashua’s expression. “And from what I hear, there’s danger lurking in Hyaline.”
There. She’d said it: mentioned the plague of so many problems brought up to her along the journey to Icicle Isle. This “imminent threat” neighboring Nerine and crusading throughout Beqanna causing turmoil. Not the Kingdom itself - Hyaline and her mountains were hardly to blame for the loss of Bolder - but what evil lurked within the land instead. Gale, and Queen Mazikeen who was allowing the conquest to go unchecked.
“Oceane supports the idea. So far I’ve spoken with Obscene and Reave about the matter. Both seem interested enough to appear and I doubt both of them will come alone. If dad were around...” She let the sentence hang and then drop. “You were my final destination. If you disagree, that’s it. I’ll call it off.”
From one rising monarch to another more established one, Cheri hoped the Freyr would understand why she came to him last. She’d assumed he would want her to do the leg work of answering any questions before he even needed to ask them. Not only that, but he was the farthest away. And, as the regent leader of the North, his word was law. If she presented the entire picture to him without wasting valuable time, he could more easily come to a decision that would benefit his subjects best. She’d thought about doing the opposite - going from him to Reave and then the others - and in the end this path seemed most direct. Now all he had to say was yes or no.
Her respect for him would never fade, regardless of what he chose.
Cheri felt like it might be asking too much of him. If she were being honest with herself she’d admit to feeling guilt over the matter, knowing everything she did about his situation and the North’s surmounting problems. In fact, Cheri had no honest claim to the northern Kingdom anymore, having become an expatriate herself. Her duties should’ve been focused on the south, not back home where her family members were.
But that was the cost of leaving everything and everyone you loved behind. She couldn’t just claim a title and metaphorical crown while forgetting all the horses who’d helped along the way. It wasn’t in her nature. She was desirous of a different outcome where the two could finally be combined: North and South, not separate but whole. A future where she wouldn’t have to choose between them, and the family could be whole again. That was her design.
She couldn’t do it on her own.
“You can come south after breeding season.” The black appaloosa told her Uncle. “Come to Loess. I say we host an accord between the Northern and Southern leaders where we can share our concerns and talk about an emerging solution. We’re stronger together.” She believed, tilting her head to get a better look at Nashua’s expression. “And from what I hear, there’s danger lurking in Hyaline.”
There. She’d said it: mentioned the plague of so many problems brought up to her along the journey to Icicle Isle. This “imminent threat” neighboring Nerine and crusading throughout Beqanna causing turmoil. Not the Kingdom itself - Hyaline and her mountains were hardly to blame for the loss of Bolder - but what evil lurked within the land instead. Gale, and Queen Mazikeen who was allowing the conquest to go unchecked.
“Oceane supports the idea. So far I’ve spoken with Obscene and Reave about the matter. Both seem interested enough to appear and I doubt both of them will come alone. If dad were around...” She let the sentence hang and then drop. “You were my final destination. If you disagree, that’s it. I’ll call it off.”
From one rising monarch to another more established one, Cheri hoped the Freyr would understand why she came to him last. She’d assumed he would want her to do the leg work of answering any questions before he even needed to ask them. Not only that, but he was the farthest away. And, as the regent leader of the North, his word was law. If she presented the entire picture to him without wasting valuable time, he could more easily come to a decision that would benefit his subjects best. She’d thought about doing the opposite - going from him to Reave and then the others - and in the end this path seemed most direct. Now all he had to say was yes or no.
Her respect for him would never fade, regardless of what he chose.
@Nashua