anyone;

[Hestia]

sweet as sugar, hard as ice.
if you hurt me once, i'll kill you twice.

She knows they are around, they will be around at least. As soon as the announcement is made. The inhabitants of Nerine will crawl from their hideaways curious about what change has occurred in their land. They will either find hope in this change, or dread of another failure. Whatever may be the case Hestia knows what she must begin doing. She has a clear vision of her goals in this time that she has been given, and achieving those is going to take everything she has. She is spending her last day of no responsibility watching the waves roll in.

Walking along the beach in deep thought has become a relaxing routine for her. She occasionally gets to meet new faces, most of whom she has learned to like. She also gets to stretch her legs without the chitter of gossiping horses looming in the background like she would in the meadow. Today seems to be one of the former. She doesn’t smile when she spots him landing on the beach. Rushing around hasn’t been on the menu for many years. Instead she continues at her leisurely pace until their paths naturally cross. Hello, it’s a simple greeting, but she doesn’t know this soul. If he lives here she doesn’t want to mistake him for a visitor or visa versa.

The black hag observes him, waiting to find out more about him before striking up a conversation and making things awkward should she erroneously presume something. For a long while Hestia didn’t feel that she fit in well here, she missed the heat and noise of her Jungle; the craggy cliffs of the Valley. As time passes she finds more things irritate her less about this place, and some things she, begrudgingly, begins to favor. Like the grass, for example, in the Jungle it had been scarce, here it’s plentiful plus the sea air does something for it that can’t be described. Slowly this place has grown on her and the people she has met because of her needing to step out of the comfort zone has enriched her experience in this new world. So today when she is walking she doesn’t immediately duck away from talking to other horses, and she doesn’t turn up her nose at the sound of gulls. Any other day she may have dreaded the idea of being forced into a conversation. Today she takes it has a chance to be just another nameless face before she becomes a public figure representing Nerine.  

Hestia

@[Castile]