Now here is something very, very interesting. Something even she has not seen before. And if she has not seen it, it must be something worth taking a look at.
To be honest, she hadn’t been paying too much attention until they crossed over into Nerine. No, she had been far more concerned with a certain child of hers and his unfortunate antics. But when this had drawn her attention, her eye had been completely caught. There is a story here, and a good one. She can see much of it, but even her sight can only reach so far. There is so much more there than what small bits and pieces she is getting.
There is little in this world that could stop her from discovering just what on her own.
Nayl is there, of course. There is little in Nerine that misses the queen’s attention (little that misses even her own attention, though she is far more discerning in just what she responds to. She is not queen after all, and those social niceties do not fall to her). This situation however, is different. Unique. Intriguing. Indeed, she likely would not be here otherwise.
The pale sands cushion her steps, her dark hooves digging into the damp beach as she makes her way towards the small group gathered along the shoreline. They had made quite the trek from the beach to their outlying kingdom, and she is curious to see what had drawn them in this direction. She would be fascinated to know of Nocturnal’s stint in the Desert, but alas, death is a divide even her sight cannot conquer. A block to her vision that both intrigues and stymies her.
Slipping alongside the black and white painted mare, she fixes a curious gaze first on the stallion, then the mare, and finally the young colt. Perhaps the most puzzling of them all. Finally, she greets them simply with, “You are a long way from home.”
