09-30-2018, 05:20 PM
Weaving between the wide trunks of timber in the heart of Nerine, she made her way towards the line where the forest faded to seascape. She'd been wandering per usual, drifting back to whatever memories of the past she could recall. This time her musings had brought her upon the days of the Tournament held between Ischia and Nerine shortly after Brennen had overtaken the throne. Just a young and unsure thing, she'd dove head first into the Tournament, entirely unsure of what the future would hold for her beyond that point. Viserion had been her match through debate and mock battle, and for a moment she wonders what the draconic scaled stallion was up to in Ischia.
And with a faint smile she had watched the day she had committed herself to Nerine and her creed, feeling the weight of her own emotions as she had spoken with an uncertain confidence. It was funny how much time could change things, and not change much at all. At her memory's conclusion, she'd retreated from the heart of the iron coast, desiring instead to shed the fog of the past in favor of the clarity of interactions held in the present.
The leopard flecked queen had an intended target, her dark eyes scanning the harsh shores for the massive bloke who held the title of her Najahak. A meeting between the alabaster pair had been long overdue, and it was high time she touched base with the bearded fellow.
When at last she finds his stark white frame, she's mildly surprised to find that he's not alone, and when it registers to her exactly who that someone is that's holding Ardashir's attention currently, her eyes narrow in scrutiny wondering what could have drawn the roan's figure his way. But nonetheless, she breaches the conversation with a warm smile, pulling to a stop near to where Leilan stood though still close enough to be able to touch him with a tilting lean. "Ardashir, you look well," she extends her muzzle to share a friendly breath with him, only turning slightly to shoot a somewhat teasing smile back at the scaled stallion, "I hope Leilan isn't bothering you too much?"
@[Ardashir] @[Leilan]
And with a faint smile she had watched the day she had committed herself to Nerine and her creed, feeling the weight of her own emotions as she had spoken with an uncertain confidence. It was funny how much time could change things, and not change much at all. At her memory's conclusion, she'd retreated from the heart of the iron coast, desiring instead to shed the fog of the past in favor of the clarity of interactions held in the present.
The leopard flecked queen had an intended target, her dark eyes scanning the harsh shores for the massive bloke who held the title of her Najahak. A meeting between the alabaster pair had been long overdue, and it was high time she touched base with the bearded fellow.
When at last she finds his stark white frame, she's mildly surprised to find that he's not alone, and when it registers to her exactly who that someone is that's holding Ardashir's attention currently, her eyes narrow in scrutiny wondering what could have drawn the roan's figure his way. But nonetheless, she breaches the conversation with a warm smile, pulling to a stop near to where Leilan stood though still close enough to be able to touch him with a tilting lean. "Ardashir, you look well," she extends her muzzle to share a friendly breath with him, only turning slightly to shoot a somewhat teasing smile back at the scaled stallion, "I hope Leilan isn't bothering you too much?"
@[Ardashir] @[Leilan]