12-13-2016, 06:25 AM
we’re on each other’s team…
Nayl’s presence here was to be admired. She, the newly crowned Queen of the Coast was making her debut around Beqanna, reveling in the other lands, and seeking to educate herself on behalf of whomever might be left behind in her new world of the Amazons. Reagan wished her well, but she could only assume—unable to read her mind, after all—that Nerine had suffered the same fate as Taiga. Rush to the land, they had, in droves. Those who were left tended to the land, but many of them fell away.
After it was all said and done, the dregs of society that were left to manage the estates had to pull themselves up and achieve a different level of glory. Reagan’s position as a leader in Taiga was, some could say, unwanted. She had not come back to this land to lead a people. She did not, and would never call herself Queen of anything. Rather, she was the leader of her family—a mate and a passel of children that depended on both her and Ruan to maintain and support them--, charged above all else to protect them. Reagan thinks on this, but is brought back to the conversation when Nayl asks to learn more about the forest. She rights her posture, lifts her head. Her dark green eyes look over the tobiano Queen, and a cool voice washes over them both, granting the multi-colored woman her request.
“The Taiga is, as you can see, a redwood and conifer forest. Romek was brought to this land, with Demian and Maribel in his wake. They both ran off not long after the borders were secured. Mari languishes, but she is still here. As for the rest of us—Ruan and I protect these borders and take security in the food and protection that the trees give us. And in return, we protect the trees.”
She exhales.
“And what of Nerine? What is it about your home that compels you to stay there?”