A meeting of the minds, then.
Margot watches the ivory woman with her pale, eerie eyes glittering something fierce. If there is ever a time to take actual interest in the politics of their world, now is it, while Beqanna slowly wakes up. To strike up alliances and gather knowledge while the all the rest of the world finds their footing is surely the wisest move a leader may take.
But Margot has never claimed to be particularly wise.
And Beyza seems so much more fascinating than whatever drivel kingdom politics drums up.
Those luscious pink tendrils of magic the Pangean leader always keeps close reach out and out and out for the ivory woman. They stretch like a cat freshly awoken from a deep nap, full of lazy energy primed to take off when triggered. So much love seems to live in every creature these days, but Margot is not surprised to find she doesn’t immediately find Beyza’s affections. The smartest of their kind keep their important thoughts locked behind wall after wall of mental fortitude.
Margot smiles. This Beyza is no fool.
“Hello!” she finally calls, whether the woman had noticed her before or not. “You should really take a dip!” she says as she draws closer. “The water is,” pausing here to gesture broadly with her head, “quite restoring if you’ll allow it.” She smiles then splashes knee deep into the pool.
“It’s hot in Pangea. I like to lounge here after a long day of pretending I rule anything of note.” There’s a small, sly smile that follows her sentence—almost as if she doesn’t believe her own words.
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