In their world, word traveled as quickly as the crow flew. Somehow, it shaped itself into the winds and the mist, flowing from ear to eager ear. Naturally, bits and pieces got lost in translation or left out all together. Inevitably, the words and gossip would be changed, until the final story was nothing like the original. From there, the bits and pieces would be stitched back into something that possibly resembled the original but with a unique twist or turn.
The Valley queen wondered just what they were saying about her.
After all, she was a former princess of the Gates. She was young, only nearing her sixth year. The angles of her face were soft and feminine. Everything about her was out of place and she was sure that had been the topic of many a discussion. Even now, standing here in front of the delegation from the Tundra, she could feel their apprehension. She could have read it on Brynmor’s mind, had she chosen to. Despite the ability to read minds she often refrained, finding it somewhat rude to break down those barriers without prior permission. But if she wanted to be heard then she had to delve in, and as such she ignored the shock and confusion on the two stallion’s faces. The grulla was quite used to the shock by now so she simply smiled, both with her satiny lips and honey-colored eyes. “Forgive me, gentlemen. This is the only voice I have.” she said, hopefully kindly. She sometimes grew weary of explanation, but it inevitably saved everyone from some degree of confusion. “In any case, welcome to the Valley, Brynmor and Patchouli of the Tundra.” There was no beating around the bush, and they soon arrived at the real reason they were here. Topsail nodded in understanding, looking from one stallion to the other. “You know my name, so that’s a start. I am young, but not so young that I am still fool-hearted. I plan to carry this kingdom to the best of my ability, and to find strong allies to stand at our sides. We have strong members, and to my knowledge the alliance we held with the Chamber still stands, though I‘m eager to expand beyond that.” she paused, raising a brow slightly. “And your king? What are his plans for the Tundra?” Too bold, perhaps, but she wasn’t one to beat around the bush either.
topsail
even an army of sheep should be feared, if they are being led by the lion