CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
The rumors of the kingdom beneath the sea had not gone unnoticed by her. She listened, caught snippets of conversation as they wove through the kingdom and the parts of the common lands that she occasionally frequented, and while she could not deny her curiosity had been stirred, so had her suspicions.
Another kingdom.
Another potential ally, or a potential adversary.
Despite the fact that Tephra has largely known nothing but peace for the last several years, she cannot so easily dispose of the memories of when Loess—now beneath the sea—had launched their attack. A kingdom drug into war over largely personal matters, the volcanic kingdom set ablaze with bruised pride as the firestarter. The experience had left an impression on a young Casimira, not just because she had paid the price of her life. Instead, it is her constant reminder that leading in a kingdom is not always tranquility, that there are those that would seek to start drama out of their own boredom.
When she comes across the stranger, though, it is not suspicion that she greets her with. Casimira is a guarded creature almost always, and so while her face was perhaps not open with warmth, it is still an amicable enough smile on her lips when she calls out to the other, “Hello.” She approaches only half-way, watching the other carefully with her pale blue eyes. Despite her history, she did not immediately assume the worst in others, and figured it was likely that this mare was simply a newcomer, or someone passing through. “I’m Casimira. Welcome to Tephra,” she leaves the greeting hanging in the warmth of the jungle air, allowing the other mare the chance to say why she is here—or not, since it’s not really any of her business, as long as no harm is brought to the kingdom.
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