She knew that their reputation preceded them, but she also didn’t care. The days of murder pits and dark Gods being summoned were far behind them, though she would never deny that some among them probably shared those ideals. They weren’t the ideals of the kingdom as a whole though, and they certainly weren’t hers. If anything she strived to distinguish the kingdom as more than their bloody history (a bloodline that ironically flowed through her own veins). While there was no bloodthirsty edge to her (at least, one form of her), she was not weak and she refused to be underestimated. The Valleys unlikely queen was a quiet strength. Like the mountains that surrounded their home, it would take more than a couple of winds to move her. Like the mountains, she would protect their home to the best of her ability. Powers and clichés aside, this was her home and as such, deserved nothing short of her best.
Perhaps because of her new predatory alter ego, or perhaps just because of the overall strangeness of the smell, the new mare does not go unnoticed. Raising her head from the grass the queen stared in the direction, mulling over exactly what the mare was doing here. It was likely a visit from another kingdom or something of the like. Whatever the reason, Topsail made her way to investigate, mentally reining in the beast in her breast. She often found it sniffing the air hopefully anytime there was a stranger in their midst. It didn’t take her long though to stamp it down, just as it didn’t take her long to reach their visitor. She wasn’t the first though, and she sent a small half smile in Rhonan’s direction. At their last kingdom meeting he had made his feelings known, likely hoping to put a damper on Topsail’s plan and enthusiasm. He was sorely mistaken though, and if anything it had fueled her on farther. Turning from the shadow wielder and back to the mare, she replaced the half smile with one more genuine. “Welcome to the Valley. Topsail.” she said, allowing her voice to slip into the silver bay’s mind. Of course, she knew exactly who she was. Ea, of the Dale…their newest captive. But knowing that also gave her insight into Ea’s feelings on one using their powers too freely, so she refrained. But knowing what she now knew was enough.
topsail
even an army of sheep should be feared, if they are being led by the lion