12-14-2017, 11:12 PM
Krone
you could be the king
Krone listens to his words attentively. About how his trail back to the desert was lost, about how he is new here. He smells of sand and sage, it is welcoming in its own right. She smiles at him, the embarrassment on his face obvious. Soon he would find that not so many men in Beqanna are so polite to mares.
"You could say that," She murmurs. The Beqanna she was born in was much different then the one she lived in now. Explaining this to him might take awhile, so she decides it would be best suited for another time. "I am the Keeper of a little island called Ischia." She reveals to him with a slight nod.
but watch the Queen conquer
@[Bastille]
