anyone;

[Hestia]

You can never know what is going to happen in Beqanna, a fact that may be true one day may not be the very next. And in the same breath that she states Nayl has not been seen since before her own rise to queenship Hestia is in full realization that this could change. Another reason she always has her eyes turned in hope to the horizon. She doesn’t say anything more for the moment, and there’s a change, one that she can’t quite put her… hoof on, mainly because she is to busy dipping her head for physical contact to see it happen. It tugs at her phoenix flame, feeding it gently to brighten and fill the space inside her just an inch more, the heat just a degree hotter.

He changes topics, gearing towards one that she has tried to keep quiet. Her lips thin wryly, I see word still travels faster than the wind around here. And just as the change had risen, it dissipates washed away with the ocean breeze. As if there never was a thing out of place to begin with, her flame quiet once more, easily swept to the back of her mind. She nods a little deeper out of respect for his sentiment, everyone is welcome within our borders until harm is done. We appreciate and remember all our allies. She knows just how powerful blood ties are for a land.

It quite possibly could be the strongest means of building friendships and connections between kingdoms. It’s an idea, and one that plants itself in her mind to be cultivated and grown later. Maybe when they actually have the numbers to begin making these kinds of ties. And what is it that takes your time? Normally she would add, these days at the end, but seeing as how she’s just met this man; even if she knows his mother, and can only guess at the kind of childhood he had obtained. She can not speak to his age, or past activities he may have indulged in-between current events, and childhood. Still having known Nayl when she was a filly, it’s a little difficult for Hestia to picture this man as being her foal. Sometimes immortality can still find ways to befuddle the mind.

HESTIA

The devil whispered in my ear, you’ll never survive the storm
I whispered back, I am the storm

@[Castile]