12-08-2015, 05:52 PM
she slept with wolves without fear
She’s feeling more than a little irritated at the moment.
She had done exactly what the Queen Illuminate had asked, biding her time in the background of the Valley, and cozying up to the king of the Falls (it’s not her fault he died before she could get too close). She had held up her end of the bargain … the damn magician simply hadn’t held up hers. In spite all of Rhynn’s hard work, the bloody ‘Queen’ had disappeared, taking her gift to Rhynn with it.
And Rhynn is less than impressed.
It’s why she’s here now, staring grumpily across the border of the Desert kingdom. It’s her first possibility for the magician’s home base. And Rhynn wants to track down the bitch and get her gift back.
She feels naked without it, vulnerable. Her main trade is in shadows and secrets, and the magician’s gift had given her the ability to do so without any fear of being found out. And when you live in a kingdom that has a mind-reader for a queen, that privacy is a valuable thing. And now it’s gone.
She settles in to a spot right at the border’s edge, digging her hooves into the hot sand. She lets her rather grumpy thoughts broadcast far and wide. While she might not be a telepath herself, if there are any in the vicinity, they will likely pick up on her irritation. She will wait for a while, and if no one approaches, cross the border, kingdom decorum be damned. She’s going to demand her gift back … or find another magician that will be more accommodating.
She had done exactly what the Queen Illuminate had asked, biding her time in the background of the Valley, and cozying up to the king of the Falls (it’s not her fault he died before she could get too close). She had held up her end of the bargain … the damn magician simply hadn’t held up hers. In spite all of Rhynn’s hard work, the bloody ‘Queen’ had disappeared, taking her gift to Rhynn with it.
And Rhynn is less than impressed.
It’s why she’s here now, staring grumpily across the border of the Desert kingdom. It’s her first possibility for the magician’s home base. And Rhynn wants to track down the bitch and get her gift back.
She feels naked without it, vulnerable. Her main trade is in shadows and secrets, and the magician’s gift had given her the ability to do so without any fear of being found out. And when you live in a kingdom that has a mind-reader for a queen, that privacy is a valuable thing. And now it’s gone.
She settles in to a spot right at the border’s edge, digging her hooves into the hot sand. She lets her rather grumpy thoughts broadcast far and wide. While she might not be a telepath herself, if there are any in the vicinity, they will likely pick up on her irritation. She will wait for a while, and if no one approaches, cross the border, kingdom decorum be damned. She’s going to demand her gift back … or find another magician that will be more accommodating.
for the wolves knew a lion was among them
rhynn
Bah it's been a while since I posted