we are aching bones and wasted years; becca, mast, any

[Becca]

The Golden Princess

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around

Becca stared up at Magnus as he explained how ranking up worked, she did wish to maybe do so someday but, she had not yet consulted or met with the royalty of the kingdom. " No." She spoke softly as she caught sight of another stallion heading there way. Perhaps this was the deer shifting king she heard of yet, she was still unsure.

As they confronted the stallion she quickly studied his frame, if he showed a hostile nature she would retaliate as she did to many foolish stallions who confronted her with little respect. Gently propping one of her hind legs at an angle she placed herself in a relaxed tone. Hearing his name she knew it was familiar this was the king Magnus had spoken of, " I'm Becca." she answered gingerly dipping her head in a greeting." And it's wonderful to finally meet you Mast." she added softly, golden locks of forelock covering one florescent cobalt eye." And Thank you." she paused looking up to the now Navy sky, speckled with small little white dots, stars for just a moment, and placing her attention back onto the stallion in front of her. 

Gently directing Dark chocolate ears in his direction she perked them cautiously, " So, you can shift into a deer?" She was alien to magic and mystical abilities she had never seen it nor heard of it before, and was definitely curious how everything worked. "Sorry, if it's a weird question....I've just never seen magic or mystical abilities before." she didn't want to come off weird to the King, she was just was so curious by the aspect of being near someone with mystical abilities.

becca

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