Ea
She had been frozen for years, it seemed. Her mother's abrupt death had left her without purpose; while Scorch lived, Ea was a princess, training to be a queen. Important. But without her mother, she was forced to search for some new sense of who she was. The land beyond Beqanna had given her no aid in recreating herself - she had tried to use bits and pieces of others: their honesty, or empathy, or warmth, but it only came across as disingenuous and forced. She had quickly grown tired of the Land Beyond - it offered her even less than Beqanna did.
She was hopelessly, outwardly cold towards others – even toward her mother, whom she adored and admired. It had been ingrained in her early on to push away her feelings. Feelings like joy, love, sympathy were all weak emotions, and Ea was not created to be weak. She was an Amazonian in her blood, though she hadn't been near the Amazons in years. She never missed the Jungle – the hot, sticky air that made it hard to breathe – nor the Amazonians themselves. What she missed was being able to call herself a jungle princess, a warrior. The women of the Jungle were strong, and everyone in Beqanna knew their reputation.
The Dale was her home now. It was beautiful; even someone like Ea could appreciate the rolling green hills and the river that wound its way through the trees and pooled in the middle of the kingdom. The pool was magical in some way – Ramiel had explained it to her, though that aspect of the kingdom hardly interested her. She found it difficult to trust any magic besides her own – she hardly used her powers, anyway, once her mother had shown her how to hone them.
It was quiet. Unusually so, though it had always been a small kingdom. She preferred it this way, honestly – in the Amazons, there was always someone trying to speak to her, especially while her mother ruled. Ea was not particularly friendly, and this showed obviously in her body language – stiff, head high, a terse expression on her face. There were few that Ea relaxed around: Da and Erebor, her childhood friends that she hadn't seen since (friends may be a strong word here, though they were something more than acquaintances), and Ramiel. Her feelings towards Ramiel were complex, at least to Ea – though he stood in the way of her becoming queen when she had been trained so vigorously for it, she trusted and even cared for him. It was an odd feeling for her – a weakness, surely – and she tried to hide it as best she could.
But here she was, again, returning to the Dale when she never should have left.
ea
now you're staring at a queen.
this is so weird I know I'm awful