could i use you as a warning sign - Heda

[Heda]

Heda

With all of this, her home, her duties, her new kingdom, and most of all her promise. She has hardly had any time to find herself the luxury of a friend, a comrade. She only held acquaintances after all and all that was left of friendship lingered in Taiga. Her family, her sister, and perhaps even one of her best friends. But she was here now, and even if her people didn't enjoy her company, she was a burden upon all of them. Their previous ways, smashed into pieces, by no other than her. So here she was, a burden upon her very own people, a queen but yet ever so alone.

So there she lies, remaining aloft within the clouds, her navy tipped feather cutting through the cotton candy puffs of condensation that litter the azure sky. Locked within her own little corner of bliss, her very own fortress of solitude crafted completely out of clouds. Silence, a forever echo amongst the atmosphere, until the soft pitter patter of foot steps draws her attention below. She finds herself gliding downwards beneath the very protection of her fluffy fortress, allowing her gaze gaze to sweep across her kingdom. Until, she spots someone, someone rather familiar in fact she might as well go ahead and say hello.

So she descends, gracefully, golden flecked feathered appendages guiding her downwards, until she meets thet cushioned ground. Allowing her wings to flutter at her sides for a moment before collectively folding them on either side. Her gems lift to the individual so politely waiting at the very border of her kingdom, and only when she comes closer she realizes whom has come to visit her. And that very someone is no other than Ivar, she had known him as a boy yet now a boy he was no longer. A charming, and rather handsome stallion stood before her, with ebony scales flecking his black patches, and iridescent pearl toned scales glittering upon his crest. He's become something beyond irresistible. She can't help but shy away, allowing the navy mess of hair to shield her hazel eyes.

As a gentle smile finds it's way upon her lips as always, "Ivar, it's wonderful to see you again." her words are sweet like honey. "I assume your here for another exploration of yours?"  She questions with a playful tone. The navy blue tresses of her mane whisk about her golden neck, as the wind run against the hallow of her back, playing gently at the tendrils of grass brushes against her dark cobalt ankles. As she allows her gaze, to flicker about his body, now muscular, and ever so different. She couldn't help but wonder what had brought him to return to Loess. 

Go ahead. Laugh at the girl that loved to easily

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@[Ivar]