05-18-2015, 10:55 AM
come away o' human child
to the waters and the wild
I know the call of my daughter well, but there’s exhaustion in it now, and I cannot blame her. Ruling this kingdom had been a huge challenge when Finnley and I had ruled together, and Camelia had worn the crown alone all these years. I cannot imagine how impossible a task that had been, really. I make my way over to the group, having spent little to no time outside the shelter of the mother tree lately.
Finnley had been largely absent as of late, and I didn’t blame him, but there was little else in my life that I bothered with. Him and my children. Despite my title, I rarely had anything to do with the politics of Beqanna but kept it simply to help Camelia when she asked.
Now though, her announcement is no surprise, and I do not blame her. There are others around, most of whom I don’t know, but I make my way to the front where Camelia stands to give her a gentle nudge. She is my child first and foremost, and I do not care what she chooses to do with the crown. Some speak, none asking for the throne though perhaps one hinting at it.
Part of me wants to sigh. Still, despite the years of running from power and leadership, I find myself the one to lead. Not to take the throne – I have no desire for it, and would fail this kingdom. But rather to ask the question that no one seems to be willing to ask. “I’m Kaelie, the current Duchess of the Gates. I will resign that title once a new monarch is chosen,” I say, not wanting them to think that I plan to stay around as an absentee Duchess. I won’t protest having the last of my titles stripped away. I simply want to be Kaelie.
“I agree that monarchy works best in Beqanna, but I would suggest two monarchs. This kingdom needs more attention than one horse is likely able to give it alone. Are there any interested in the throne, or do we need to open this kingdom up to Beqanna as the Deserts did?” She looks at the three that stand here, two that she hardly knows though at least one that seems likely to step up. And then Fiasko, who has been here for her whole life, who knows the kingdom well. But I’m not sure if she wants a crown on her head, my quiet little girl. I can’t ask it of her, though I give her a long and questioning look should she want consider it.
Finnley had been largely absent as of late, and I didn’t blame him, but there was little else in my life that I bothered with. Him and my children. Despite my title, I rarely had anything to do with the politics of Beqanna but kept it simply to help Camelia when she asked.
Now though, her announcement is no surprise, and I do not blame her. There are others around, most of whom I don’t know, but I make my way to the front where Camelia stands to give her a gentle nudge. She is my child first and foremost, and I do not care what she chooses to do with the crown. Some speak, none asking for the throne though perhaps one hinting at it.
Part of me wants to sigh. Still, despite the years of running from power and leadership, I find myself the one to lead. Not to take the throne – I have no desire for it, and would fail this kingdom. But rather to ask the question that no one seems to be willing to ask. “I’m Kaelie, the current Duchess of the Gates. I will resign that title once a new monarch is chosen,” I say, not wanting them to think that I plan to stay around as an absentee Duchess. I won’t protest having the last of my titles stripped away. I simply want to be Kaelie.
“I agree that monarchy works best in Beqanna, but I would suggest two monarchs. This kingdom needs more attention than one horse is likely able to give it alone. Are there any interested in the throne, or do we need to open this kingdom up to Beqanna as the Deserts did?” She looks at the three that stand here, two that she hardly knows though at least one that seems likely to step up. And then Fiasko, who has been here for her whole life, who knows the kingdom well. But I’m not sure if she wants a crown on her head, my quiet little girl. I can’t ask it of her, though I give her a long and questioning look should she want consider it.
kaelie
with a faery hand in hand