CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
It has been years since she has last been to Nerine—not since Heartfire was queen.
While the rocky shores of the north had not been her home for long she still held a fondness for the place that had housed her when she was truly, utterly lost. When she was still refusing to let go of feeling as if she had failed Tephra, when she had fallen for Badden only for it to crash and burn. Something about the ruggedness of the terrain, and the constant cold and cloak of mist had felt like shelter; a place to hide without feeling like she was hiding.
She knew only vaguely of the way the kingdom seat had shifted around over the years, and while she should have probably paid a visit to Icicle Isle, she never had. But now that rumors had made it to Tephra that the throne once again sat with Nerine, her interest had been piqued enough that she set off for the northern kingdom early in the morning, curious to see who holds the crown now.
When she touches down the kingdom is still shrouded in fog, Nerine noticeably much more frigid than the jungle kingdom she had just left. A shiver runs the length of her spine and she hugs her dragon wings close to her side, an armor of scales lacing across her body in an attempt to ward off the bitter wind that kept whipping through. There was a cover of broody looking clouds above, which she knows means it will likely rain soon, and she predicts this will likely be a short visit.
Slowly she begins to make her way through the kingdom, certain that who she is looking for will find her soon enough.
@Reave