I'm your Queen, you're my Ruler.
Back in the herd she had been her father’s little girl, she was Belgarath and Alasia’s only daughter and she had enjoyed that little privilege. Oh, how much she had enjoyed it to be spoiled and cared for, free to do whatever she wanted but all with the knowledge that her parents were there. She had been quite carefree and Esileif looked back on her youth as a good one. Sure there had been some jealousy and hatred towards her gifted siblings, but she supposes she couldn’t really complain about it.
Right now she curses herself for her former lazy nature. If she had only been a little more used to workouts and actually do something she maybe wouldn’t have found the walk from the Valley towards the Gates this harsh. Before this she had never had to cross such long distances at this one and the bay and faint orangey white girl cannot say she likes it.
So when Belgarath comes into her vision she is grateful for the little break he gives her. ”Dad!” she immediately calls out, almost too eager, before changing the easy walk for a more energetic trot. The Spanish influenced girl is grinning as she comes to a halt in front for him, tossing her mane in the air before snorting loudly. ”How have you been?” While her question still lingers in the air she curves her neck slightly to stretch out and reach towards the dapple gray male.
His scent instantly reminds her of home, just like Gryffen’s had done when he had approached her, Magnus and Fennick in the field. ”Dad, did you really leave the mountains?” she brings up the subject right when she is reminded of it. Her head tilts a little to the side as her two toned eyes look at him, waiting for his answer. Not at all does she think of any reasons behind his sudden appearance, after all, in her eyes she had done nothing wrong.