Little Lamb || Sabra * Any

[Lavendel]

Lavendel

It does not take long for the royal duo to find Lamb. The painted queen and her lavender son join her with gentle smiles upon their faces. The boy did not stay put for long and quickly bounded off to play amongst the autumn leaves. She turns her crystalline gaze to the opalescent queen as she speaks, offering a role for the young girl. 

First lady.

Lamb smiles softly her ears turned towards Sabra as she speaks of the planned visit to Ischia. Quietly she wonders who else would go with them. She plans on her own to make friends of other Sylvans. Lamb dismisses these thoughts and turns her attention to Sabra.

"I would be honored to join you Sabra."
Her voice is soft and it floats upon the wind and mingles with the distant rustling of the leaves above them. Despite the tone of her voice, she was serious. "Come winter Beqanna will have changed once more, perhaps finding out who our friendship lies with will benefit us greatly." She looks at the purple boy then and smiles softly, how their world was to change. "Ischia seems like a good place to start."

Little Lamb