CASIMIRA
i’m only whatever you make me
During another sweep of the landscape her gaze settles on the spotted mare, and she watches her silently for a moment. While she has never been unfriendly, she cannot say that she has been especially good at making friends. That had always been more Cassian’s territory; he was by far the more outgoing twin, and with her dragon shifting appearing so suddenly Casimira had only further drawn into herself. It was not until adulthood — more specifically after the Alliance — when she had developed any kind of real confidence in herself.
It was not being able to shift into a dragon that had made her feel powerful. It was learning that she could control herself that had been the stepping stones to her becoming the self-assured, poised queen that she would one day be. Knowing that she had that kind of ability waiting just under her skin, but that she was not captive to it, had been what she needed to grow into herself.
But from where she stands on the knoll, she feels a brief flicker of doubt. Outside of Savior and their children, she had not been around others very often in the recent years. Even as a queen she had been reserved, more of a watchful protector It was only after the excursion to the mountain that she had been reminded of how she did in fact sometimes enjoy the company of others, and so she makes her way through the rippling meadow-grass towards the stranger. There is the smallest of smiles on her face, something to soften her ice-blue eyes enough that she did not appear unfriendly, mindful of the other mare’s reaction to her approaching as she says, “hello.” She stops just a few paces away, shifting her gaze to take in the scenery that surrounds them; the grasses still clinging to the last of their green before winter comes, the golden sunlight limning the trees. “The meadow is lovely during autumn, isn’t it?”
@Lourde