CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
Casimira cannot remember the last time she came to the field, or if she had ever come here on purpose. It was only from stories told by her mother that she knew that at one time, the field had been overflowing. Outsiders appeared on the shores in droves, it seemed, and each kingdom was eager to recruit the newcomers to their home. It was a crowded, busy place, and the efforts to recruit were often rewarded by a rise in the kingdom’s ranks.
But, this had been over a hundred years ago. Beqanna had changed drastically since then—long before she was born, even. The land was not quiet, that remained true, but it seemed those from beyond arrived less and less. Rather, all the energy came from the inside, and instead of going to the field in search of a home, everyone—those born here—simply shifted between the various lands.
Like her.
Beqanna-born, but with no kingdom that felt like home.
She had been born in Tephra, the volcanic kingdom in the west, but most of her adult life had been spent living in the kingdom of Hyaline. It was only recently that she had returned to her roots, and picked up the Tephran crown in the process, but ruling had been a decision made out of love rather than politics or a need for power.
She did not feel cut out to be a queen, but when Savior had claimed the throne she could not keep herself from standing alongside him. Her other half, it was impossible to imagine doing anything without him, and she knows that if it had not been for him she never would have had the confidence to do what she is doing. As the days went by Tephra began to feel more like home than it ever had before, and she can feel some of her insecurity in her abilities begin to fade away.
Today she leaves Tephra, her pale dragon wings carrying her across the newly flooded sea that now separated the kingdom from the mainland—a result of a recent earthquake that had signaled the demise of the south entirely, and as always flying over the new stretch of water stirred an uneasy feeling in her chest. Some would say it’s mother nature that is powerful and unforgiving, but she hesitates to blame that. Beqanna, brimming with magic, was stronger than mother nature, and she did not doubt for a second that the flooding had been a direct result of someone toying with the magic and not a naturally occuring earthquake.
Bypassing the general lands, she chooses instead to land in the field, her hooves touching ground with a gentle thud. Folding her wings at her sides but not doing away with them entirely, the white mare begins to slowly make her way through the mostly quiet field, her pale blue eyes sweeping across the rolling green hills. She follows some of the more well-worn trails, and it is as she comes across one of the waterfalls that she finds the light-colored mare. As always there is a flicker of uncertainty, and she wonders if she will ever be someone that does not feel her chest tighten with anxiety at the prospect of having to make a good first impression on a stranger.
“Hello,” she says as she carefully walks closer, offering the younger girl a small smile. Save for the dragon wings she currently wears, everything about Casimira is entirely unassuming. Though she is a stark, unnaturally bright white, with ice-blue eyes that sometimes appear sharper than she means them to be, there is nothing about her that is threatening—nothing that hints to the dragon that lays in waiting, the beast that she keeps so carefully caged. “My name is Casimira,” she offers in way of greeting, and she would have continued with the pleasantries if her gaze had not drifted to the way the girl favors one of her legs, and a slight frown colors her face when she asks with a note of concern, “Are you hurt?”
@Reyla
hi, sorry this isnt great, I started writing right before I needed to leave for work so I rushed it lmao welcome to Beqanna!