CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
She is stirred from her thoughts by a voice, the waves seeming to raise it up and carry it towards her rather than drowning it out. With an angling of her head she takes in the girl with a stare that is more piercing than she means it to be, the paleness of her blue eyes against such a stark white face seeming to lend an edge to her gaze. Despite being queen it was not often that others sought her out, especially not strangers, and she is both curious yet mildly suspicious, and it shows in the formal yet somewhat guarded smile that she offers the younger girl. “You’re not interrupting anything,” she says in a voice that is softer and kinder than her face—the sharp, clean angles seeming to hint to the draconic features hidden just beneath the surface—portrays her to be.
Casimira has never been cruel or unkind, but life has never been charitable to her in turn. Instead of all the injustices turning her hard it had turned her cautious, and she met everyone with the same reserved nature.
Kind enough to never appear rude, but careful enough to never be taken for a fool.
“Lillibet,” she repeats her name, having now turned to face her, and she dips her head in a cordial greeting. “My name is Casimira.” Her title is left off, still finding it awkward to introduce herself as queen in situations where it did not seem necessary. This did not have the air of a political meeting, though she supposes she could be mistaken. Instead she focuses on how Lillibet says she is from Sylva, and a frown forms in her brow. “I’m sorry,” she offers sympathetically, her glacial colored eyes seeming to soften as she remembers the same earthquake that had made Tephra an island had also made other lands apart of the ocean. “Are you looking for a place to stay?”
@Lillibet