Politics did not fit her quite the way they had in the past, but out of all of these strange new lands, Tephra was the closest she had to being a true home. She cannot say that she feels the same allegiance as she had with the Valley, or even the Dale, but there was some sort of invisible thread that kept her attached there; one that no matter how she tried to sever it, she never could.
Isilya makes the fourth crown that she has served under in Tephra – ‘served’ being used very lightly. Her interest in the kingdom fluctuated, and it was hard for her to remain focused when things that rarely concerned her. She had so many other ways that she would rather spend her time than to watch the same dramas unfold and repeat themselves over and over.
But finding out that Anaxarete was the new queen of the east? That caught her attention.
So far she had not revealed anything that she knew of the once queen of the Chamber; not even that knew who she was. She followed along with the small group from Tephra, quiet and watchful as always. The soft glow of her aura lit up the dark of the early morning, until dawn itself began to stretch across the sky. When they finally reach Pangea, she glances sideways to Isilya and says with a faint smile, “We’re here.” It is not the Valley, and it is not the Chamber, but it doesn’t surprise her that Anaxarete was drawn to it.
