CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
She has been queen of Tephra for some time now, and she had yet to pay a visit to the outlying islands.
Most of it is because she does not know what to say to anyone that might be living on them. She has never quite been able to shake the idea that to visit them would be interrupting them—that they want to live their lives in quiet and peace, and for the kingdom to leave them alone unless protection is needed. She knows that Beyza is leader of one of them, her half-sister that she admittedly did not know very well, though she had seen her occasionally visiting their mother from a distance.
But the other island was rumored to be inhabited by Gale, and it ashamed her to say that she avoided the place for that very reason.
If she did not see him, she did not have to pretend he existed.
She did not have to remember living beneath his rule in Hyaline and watching him spiral.
She did not have to remember visiting Savior in Tephra only to discover he had taken the throne there and was terrorizing the residents that refused to leave with nightmares.
But mostly, she did not have to remember that he had murdered her mother.
She is not sure what comes over her today, but she spreads her dragon wings and leaves Tephra, and instead of heading toward the common grounds or to Hyaline, she steers herself to Islandres.
Perhaps the storm should have deterred her, but instead of seeing it as a warning sign she thrusts herself further into it, armoring herself with white dragon scales instead of her usual coat. She lets the strong winds billow beneath her wings, adding her own occasional effort, as if she could somehow outfly the lightning that kept flashing around her. When she lands on the shore water streams down every curve of her, her pale mane plastered against a slender neck. Almost immediately her ice-blue eyes lock onto the running form of an iridescent stallion, having not realized she had landed nearly directly in his path, so focused on the positioning of the lightning she had been.
She recognizes him immediately but is sure he won’t recognize her. Casimira had been a quiet resident in Hyaline, even though the Alliance marking on her leg was on behalf of the mountain kingdom, and she had not lived in Tephra with Gale, although Savior and Rare had.
She knows almost nothing that has transpired in his personal life, or why he behaved the way that he did. She knows only what he has done and the turmoil it had wreaked on her own life.
She does not shift into her full dragon form but her teeth grow sharp, her soft eyes narrowing into their draconic shape as she sends a warning curl of smoke from her mouth in his direction, the promise of fire close behind.
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Gale