03-12-2017, 10:42 PM
As much as she is usually hawk-eyed for strangers that come to their home, it was the similar scent of the Pagean king that dragged her quickly and forward. The memory of him was sour milk and smelled like a rotten egg all in one. However, her presence is not completely alone. She is quickly joined by Magnus and Ellyse—Ellyse whom she has noted she must speak and get to know at least. It was important for leaders of any sector of kingdoms or lands speak. Her father had told her once that it was, but he had other reasons more than she had hers about the regards of it all in the end.
Lucrezia is quick to also give her warm and silent greetings to Magnus and Ellyse at her side now. Yet, she has not forgotten to keep one on the one winged, horned king before her. If anything, something deep and within the darkness of her stirs, it yearns to taste the ash of defeat, to end the greed and power that grows within him. She does not forget something so well, something so foul either, so easily—especially when her wings had been lost and his had been returned.
Selfish he was, but rewarded.
Giving she was, but unnoticed.
“Pollock was it?” She asks as her head tilts to the side, keeping an eye on the horned beast. “Indeed a small world it is,” and how she sometimes wishes it was not to the very least for some things. Pollock does not have the same formality that she often has with others when visiting lands or meeting strangers. It was harsh but very well the individual that he was—a king that took and did as he pleased. Pollock, in fact, reminded her of his father in some ways when he was a king.
When Pollock names himself as king, she is not surprised to hear it. He was the very type to seek and greed after power and for what he had wanted. Lucrezia had spotted the very thing she had been trained to be in him, the very thing Rodrik had wanted her to be. However, and with great thanks, she had turned out differently than anticipated. The overo mare, Sinew, introduces herself and Lucrezia gives her a soft nod, before her ear hears worlds of somewhat an attempt—or not even at all—about duties and learning of the new world.
“How far you have risen,” She simply says to Pollock with a warm, but hinting softly of malice, tone. “Tephra is as you see it,” she begins, “We are grand and strong, and it increases every day.” Lucrezia fills her words are stronger here, blunter than she normally is with strangers and others from other lands and kingdoms. However, she does not feel she has to play that part. Lucrezia chooses not to at all. Magnus and Ellyse, she knows, are capable to say what they please as her word is good as theirs—though Magnus outweighs both Ellyse and her overall.
Lucrezia is quick to also give her warm and silent greetings to Magnus and Ellyse at her side now. Yet, she has not forgotten to keep one on the one winged, horned king before her. If anything, something deep and within the darkness of her stirs, it yearns to taste the ash of defeat, to end the greed and power that grows within him. She does not forget something so well, something so foul either, so easily—especially when her wings had been lost and his had been returned.
Selfish he was, but rewarded.
Giving she was, but unnoticed.
“Pollock was it?” She asks as her head tilts to the side, keeping an eye on the horned beast. “Indeed a small world it is,” and how she sometimes wishes it was not to the very least for some things. Pollock does not have the same formality that she often has with others when visiting lands or meeting strangers. It was harsh but very well the individual that he was—a king that took and did as he pleased. Pollock, in fact, reminded her of his father in some ways when he was a king.
When Pollock names himself as king, she is not surprised to hear it. He was the very type to seek and greed after power and for what he had wanted. Lucrezia had spotted the very thing she had been trained to be in him, the very thing Rodrik had wanted her to be. However, and with great thanks, she had turned out differently than anticipated. The overo mare, Sinew, introduces herself and Lucrezia gives her a soft nod, before her ear hears worlds of somewhat an attempt—or not even at all—about duties and learning of the new world.
“How far you have risen,” She simply says to Pollock with a warm, but hinting softly of malice, tone. “Tephra is as you see it,” she begins, “We are grand and strong, and it increases every day.” Lucrezia fills her words are stronger here, blunter than she normally is with strangers and others from other lands and kingdoms. However, she does not feel she has to play that part. Lucrezia chooses not to at all. Magnus and Ellyse, she knows, are capable to say what they please as her word is good as theirs—though Magnus outweighs both Ellyse and her overall.
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