been tryin' hard not to get into trouble
Everdeen had not been a valuable part of society, especially in the Valley, since Demian's leave. Although she thoroughly enjoyed Gallows as a Queen, Everdeen was a fickle creature. Fennick did not seem like someone she could talk to, much less fill the void within her she wished would cease. Nothing stays the same, not even while you're standing still; the day is growing longer or shorter by each minute and the leaves are changing, growing, fall. Everdeen was not the same as she was a year or so ago, she was more of many things and less of others.
She never expected to see Demian again, many had said that once a King or Queen abdicated the throne they often laid in their grave or disappeared for ages. It must be hard to face the people who are now your superiors, she thinks. Though it is not her worry, she was happy to see the winged stallion back in the area - even if he was not in a position of power. The gray tobiano mare moves towards him with sway hips and a smile, always kind (at least on the surface). "Demian, I hope your travels have treated you well," she grins, "Here to stay this time?" such a bold question, especially from someone he likely does not remember.