Krone
You could be the king
The sky has always been her happy place. If she wasn't in the sky, she was thinking about it, and sometimes she wished she could be there forever. She gives her wings are hard flap, gliding through the air gracefully. A splashing in the water catches her attention, and she glances down to see the familiar bay. Brennen, she remembers. She figures this is good a time as any to get to know a fellow citizen of Ischia.
A moment later, she is landing. She takes a quick moment to preen her wings, plucking carefully at the green feathers, tucking them back into their rightful places. Her eyes glance over to the bay stallion, and she tucks her wings back tightly to her sides.
"It feels nice out today," She mutters, growing closer to him. She notices the dampness of his own dark feathers. "If only you weren't so drenched." She jokes, giving him a mischievous wink.
But watch the Queen conquer
@[Brennen]
