Breathing in; Breathing out[Heda, Ivar, Any Kingdom]

[Heda]

Heda

It isn't often that she finds people at the border, especially after her rather unpleasant meeting with Gryffen and his followers. By when she does she is hesitant to confront them, last time she  confronted a stranger at her doorstep, she and her lover were thrown around like Gryffen's own personal rag dolls. Playing at the strings of their minds, as if they were puppets.... she felt like she lost something during that visit, perhaps it was her confidence? Or perhaps it was her innocence? 

But today while she wanders a rather potent and rancid scent reaches her nostrils, no surprise another one of Gryffen's minions has come to her borders to reek havoc upon all of them once more. What would this one do? Heda wonders, angered by how they come and go as they please through her lands, she doesn't come knocking on their doorstep every five minutes does she?

It doesn't take long for her to reach the Pair at Loess's border, her hazel gaze darkens by the sight before her, and it becomes cold and hardened as she watches the stranger caress her Lover's shoulder. She had never been one to share, nor was that going to change. Jealousy rises in her, and with an aggressive tone she releases, "Hands off." She snaps, as she comes up beside Ivar, pressing her golden body possessively against his pearl and obsidian scaled hide. He was hers, just as much as she was his.

She watches the mare, her jealously spiking higher by the second and before she can open hr lips she grows intrigued by the invitation to a party, hosted by no other than the Devil himself. Her gaze remains stone cold, not melting for the likes of this creature before them. "A party?" She questions, she didn't think a party was quite Gryffen's style. If anything this party would be more of a trap than a celebration. "Ivar..." Her vocals trail, she doesn't know how to react, the people she met at her borders were conniving assholes out to get her throne, and now they were inviting her and her kingdom to a social event? What even was this?

She glances at Ivar wearily unsure how to answer, her mind spiraling with concerns. What if it was a trap? Luring all of the leaders of all the kingdoms into Sylva and forcing them to surrender their crowns. She can't help but think the worst, she presses her body closer to Ivar allowing herself to share a brief toll of her feelings onto him, faint and gentle a small cares of fear mixed with bewilderment, not forcing it onto him, but defining them as her feelings, so he knows whats going on within that mind of hers.
 

Go ahead. Laugh at the girl that loved to easily

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Confusing but whatever