11-06-2017, 03:36 PM
Krone
You could be the king
Krone often lingered around the island. She had found a weird sort of solace in it - one that she hadn't found often. She was always so focused on making something of herself, of trying to please a father who...well, wasn't around anymore - who wasn't around at all - that she forgotten what it was like to just breathe once in a while. While Circinae's recruiting mission stayed lingering in her mind, she wanted to get to know the place she would be bringing others to. She roamed the shoreline and through the palms, she chatted with other residents casually, and sang back to the birds (something she had loved doing as a child, but never quite was able to do in her adulthood).It stays rather quiet in Ischia, save for the squawking of the seagulls and chirping of the parrots, and it's easy to get lost in its luster. She knew she had a mission to attend to, but it felt good to give herself a little slack.
She makes her way through the trees, and stops upon seeing another. Krone has seen this girl before - she could often be seen with the red mare and her consorts, the golden stallion and Circinae. The smokey mare looks distant, distracted even. There was a gleam of sadness in her eye, and the green pointed mare tilts her head. Krone was a bitch, and didn't care about much, but the scarred mare before her sends a twinge of empathy through her otherwise cold heart.
And then another appears, the golden one, Canaan Krone thinks his name was.
"Hello," Krone approaches, careful not to startle her. She glances over to Canaan, giving a gentle nod in his direction. "May I join in?"
But watch the Queen conquer
@[Canaan] @[Ciri]
Hope it's okay if I pop in. If not just ignore me.