She knew it wouldn't take for someone to come, it was indeed someone but not Nayl, whom she had been expecting to confront her. Instead an inky stallion suited with scales, wings, and fangs takes the queens place.
There is no introduction, no welcome back. No surprise, a group of stubborn and strong women couldn't welcome the girl back with open arms? And so instead she's greeted with a question, abrupt as it was the speckled feline isn't one to judge, but perhaps a welcome would be a nice. Her ebony curved ears pin against her nape in a neutral tone, and her body rises. "I'm Lewana, daughter of Naga and Celeana." She pauses hoping this brute would possibly remember her parents whom previously resided in the coastal kingdom, and one point ruled for a period of time.
Her gaze is fixed upon him, and in one quick movement she shifts into her lean gorgeous inky self. "I've decided to return to Nerine." She states with simplicity, her gaze flickering about the horizon hoping the piebald queen would soon join them. "And you are?" Her eyes lift to the scaled stag, questionably.
Baby, this is not wonderland.