Ea
The silver-girl took her time turning herself in to the Valley. She had only just returned - only just seen Ramiel again before she was stolen away. It was good timing, for her at least; her feelings for Ramiel made her uncomfortable. He loved her, she knew that, but it was easier for him to be there for her. She wasn’t ready to show her weaknesses yet. She didn’t know if she ever would be.
While she isn’t completely outraged to be stolen, she is annoyed. The Valley would never be her first choice in home. The land is beautiful: the ground rocky, with patches of grass and trees growing thicker from the small meadow in the middle to the mountains that outlined its border. But it is also a bit cliché - the darkness, the wolves guarding the border. Perhaps some are intimidated by it, but Ea finds it silly.
She finds most of the Valley’s inhabitants silly, too. Though they are no longer the evil kingdom, their reputation has followed them, and it isn’t a positive one. They’re boorish, quick to fight and use their powers, which Ea finds weak. Once her mother had finished training Ea how to hone her powers, she rarely used them -- they were a crutch, or something to mess with when bored. Fighting is beneath her, too; only those who don’t know how to get what they want in other ways resort to violence.
Ea comes to a stop at the border, but doesn’t announce herself. She lowers her head instead and calmly picks at the grass below. Surely they’d want to greet their prisoner quickly.
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now you're staring at a queen.