show them the joy and the pain and the ending
They say curiosity killed the cat. Despite this pearl of wisdom, she is quite hale and very much alive. But then, she is not a cat, even if her curiosity is very much like one.
That is not to say that it had not caused her trouble before, because it most certainly has and no doubt will again. But she is no shrinking violet, not one to shy away from the more dangerous walks of life. No, not the blue and white once-queen. She did not gain the title through fear.
She also did not gain it by being a pushover. There are those who would soon learn that fact in no uncertain terms. She is curious, but by no means kind. She harbours revenge deep in her breast, and she would use what is hers to gain what she seeks. So it should come as no surprise that she keeps tab.
Of course, she spies for more purposes than revenge, as one might have already surmised. Having gone so long without her particular trait, she has much catching up to do. But having ensured her family's safety, she now seeks to assuage that aforementioned curiosity.
When her sight catches upon the deeds of one stallion, a man who seems quite determined to cut a wide swath through Beqanna, she decides to find him. One cannot live entirely in the ether after all. And for a woman like her, such a feat is not difficult.
The meadow is as familiar to her as the inside of her eyelids, so it is no great difficulty to locate and find him. When she does, she approaches with a confidence born of long years of experience and leadership that belie her true age. A creature of many facets and just as difficult to read.
”I find you everywhere, it seems,” she greets him casually, almost familiarly, foregoing all traditional niceties. Besides, she has seen enough to know it is unnecessary.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts
@[Toli]