“There’s been nothing to miss,” Margot answers simply.
That is the simplest truth, though perhaps the queen is feeling just a bit lazy today. There are bits and pieces she could offer, random comings and goings, all the war that did not belong to Beqanna.
But for longest time, Margot has been ruminating in an uneasy solitude. There was no one for her to visit, no one to visit Pangea. There was only her and the echoing, whispering canyons.
Margot smiles now, stepping forward to fall into place with the odd pair. She eyes Oaks with a bit of suspicion and just a touch of concern before saying to him, “You’e remarkably normal for a Pangean citizen.” Another simple truth, one Margot does not mean as offense even as the words come out bluntly.
“Beqanna has been quiet. Pangea has followed suit,” she adds, turning her gaze toward the front. “She is waking up, though . . .” A murmur as low as an afterthought.
“So, Zain and Oaks, you wish to live here. Is that all you ask of Pangea?”
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