09-28-2025, 04:07 PM
Alicent is, to put it plainly, bored.
There were times when she wondered if perhaps Beqanna was too quiet, too tame for someone like her, but both her parents swore that the land was not always like this. They had stories of kingdoms teeming with life, of entire landscapes leveling and rearranging, of strange occurrences and unexplained magic. She was skeptical, given that she had been born during a lull disguised as peace. She wonders if perhaps she doesn’t want peace; not destruction, of course, she isn’t at all like that, but at least a little bit of chaos?
Regardless, something keeps her here, and it is not just her family.
There is a part of her that wants to be here if Beqanna ever returned to a version of her former self, to bear witness to what this land can create.
Today she is in the meadow, alone as she so often is. Separating herself from her twin was something that had been difficult when she was younger, and she remembers how reluctant she had been to do so. He was the only thing she really knew in this world, her constant companion, and truly her only friend. It was like severing a limb, and she feels the phantom pain of his absence but she does not let it draw her back. Somehow she knows that finding herself is something that can only happen if she is alone.
Thankfully she is actually not alone for long, because when a voice sounds off in the air, she realizes the question is being directed at her.
From where she is standing she angles her head in the stranger’s direction, sunlight glinting off the twist of a seafoam-green horn and the gold that has threaded its way through her auburn mane. She does not exactly look like a creature that should be standing in a meadow — not with her glistening scales of frost or the seashells that are tangled into the mess of her mane and tail, and the small pastel flowers nestled between them. But she is not designed for the sea in quite the same way as her mother, and so on land is where she is forced to stay. “You’re in the meadow,” she tells him at first, before realizing a native of this land likely wouldn’t ask the question in such a way, and so she adds on, “in Beqanna.”
alicent.
@Baelfire