CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
They are lucky that the flood had stopped at Tephra; and why it had, she will never be sure. The earthquake that had rocked Beqanna from the core of the mountain had been powerful enough that it could have flooded it all, and she is equally surprised the volcano here in Tephra did not erupt. It could have been an event equivalent to the Catastrophe she had only heard stories of from her mother—of the storms and earthquakes that tore Beqanna asunder, with a chaos of magic that brought her mother back to life right in the middle of the upheaval. It had been just one of many events that had changed the very makeup of the land, altering kingdoms and destroying all the residents had previously known.
The fact that all that had been lost was one kingdom and her two lands was, in its own way, a miracle, but she knows it is likely not seen that way by all.
It would be difficult to see a miracle when it was your own home sitting at the bottom of the sea.
She nods her head in understanding to Lillibet’s response, but extends an official invitation regardless. “You’re welcome in Tephra any time,” though she thinks it would make sense for the girl to not want to live where she has to imagine her home resting beneath the new waves.
She asks of Oceane and Ledger, and while the last name is not familiar, she knows that the first belonged to a queen of Loess. Despite her history with the southern kingdom, Casimira did not harbor ill-feelings towards them — the tension that had once existed between the two kingdoms had seemed to dissipate over time as thrones switched hands, and now there were not many around to still remember when the two had tried to tear each other apart. “Oceane was queen of Loess, yes?” She says, just to ensure she is not misremembering, but she shakes her head apologetically. “I did not know her personally, I’m afraid. And I have not heard anything of her since…” she lets her voice trail off, her eyes shifting to glance in the direction of the flooded coast. She looks back to Lillibet, a tight smile finding her face, because while she is not sure of the girl’s relation to the two names she had spoken, she can only assume she cares for them in some way. “I’m sure she’s fine, though. The earthquake and the flood was disorienting, but I know there are many that escaped.”
@Lillibet