Zilpah loves her big family; she loves Mikhael and Etro and the triplets. The former princess just recently learned about the other side of the family, and though she tried to play it cool, she is eager to learn if Rigdon has any other children besides Rosalinde. Everything about her father is slightly mysterious - from the Tundra to what he does, to his family. She knows nothing.
The bay mare is coasting on hot air currents above the Desert, when she sees a familiar (albeit slighty older) form approaching the border. Could it be? With an angling of her cream and rust pinion feathers, she turns off course and towards her spotted sister. Zilpah doesn’t bother with qualifiers - blood is blood, be it only a drop or a tidal wave.
She lands lightly a few feet in front of the Tundra mare, immediately noting the sweat and uncomfortable-ness of her sister. Of course, of course! She must be so hot here! “Rosalinde! Wow! I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Hey, do you want to go someplace where there’s shade? I know it can be hot out here. Really hot…” She flashes Ros a genuine smile, eager to show her the rest of her beautiful home. They are so similar and yet so different - hot and cold, young and old(er), beautiful (Ros) and ordinary (Zilpah).
But before they can go anywhere, she spots a lone figure in the distance. She can’t quite make it out, as they are at the border, and he seems to be farther into the kingdom - was he a trespasser, a danger, or some mistaken visitor? Before she calls out to the Queens or her Ima, she will lead Rosalinde by him… and hopefully be able to determine what he is doing there and if he is ok.
Zilpah
a song of sand and snow