CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
Though Casimira made somewhat frequent trips to Hyaline, she did not always see Mazikeen, and if she did it was often only in passing. They were mostly informal visits to see her mother and Atrox, though they had increased since the return of Ryatah—as if seeing her will ensure nothing again happens to her. As time went on, though, that knot of anxiety began to loosen, and slowly she returned to the usual rhythm of her life, and her focus once again returned to Tephra.
She still was not sure if she was doing any of this right; if she was doing the kingdom justice. Every day she sat with a worried weight in her chest that she was not doing enough, and the echo of what Atrox had said to her still in her head—that the quiet over the lands was not the sign of peace it could be mistaken as, and that Tephra should be prepared. Did she even have what it took to prepare them? She isn’t entirely sure. The last war Tephra was in she had not even lived through it, but she had been young and held no control in her shifted form.
If war ever found them again, it would go differently, she tells herself. She has battle experience under her now, minor though it may be, but the proof of it still showed in the red marking on her front leg. She knew how to keep her dragon form in check, and she knew how badly a war could go.
She is lost in her thoughts when she catches sight of Mazikeen out of the corner of her eye, and immediately a smile brightens her face. “Maze,” she greets the familiar queen once she is close enough. “It’s good to see you,” she begins, but notices with a flicker of concern how tightly she is holding her wings to her sides, and she tries to will away the nervous flutter in her chest, because immediately her mind rushes to her mother. “Is everything alright?”
@Mazikeen