It had been 3 seasons in her new kingdom and she was growing quite fond of it. The winter in The Falls was mild compared to the harsh barren and desolate ones she had known. So mild and easy the palomino carried a few extra pounds into the summer, perhaps for the first time in her life. She would live longer here. Youthful coat fading out a little from sunbathing.
The golden vixen was a little too exuberant about her role in the kingdom, taking it far more seriously that others probably would. In fact, it was a tiny role but she planned on advancing. Her queen, Ygritte, had been nothing but kind, and the quiet kingdom uneventful. She knew Ygritte was disappointed in the realms activity, and loyally tried to change that but efforts were slow. Luck may shine in this common place or perhaps just a chance to mingle and develop communication aids. Such things lacking, unexploited in a life of solitude.
The grass here was still lush, tickling her honey underbelly as it swayed. Heading towards the shade of a nearby tree to hide from the afternoon heat. Just one year ago, but it seemed like a lifetime now, the palomino was scouring to find vegetation not burnt from the heat. Always on edge, never really resting. She’d never have relaxed under a tree like this, hind leg cocked, ears flopped, for there could be a cat waiting on the limb above. Now it seemed the biggest threat was a war going on in another land. The Falls remained neutral and unaffected by such thing. It was hard to imagine such malice since her only interactions in Beqanna had been nothing but pleasant.
Wherever I am, is exactly where I'm supposed to be.