; a vision softly creeping

[Aranea]

it had not occurred to her to think of the meadow as an unsafe place. when aranea had last lived in beqanna she had been a known name - a queen. her company had been powerful, too, and when she was not enough to discourage then the magicians that were her friends were. times changed - while she could no doubt put up a good fight she was no match for a stallion - yet this had not crossed her mind. hopefully her confidence would be enough to keep her safe. he did not seem bothered by her silence, but what he had to offer stunned her. a voiceless queen and a gathering of magicians - history repeated itself, truly. when she had ruled the valley she had the same and despite herself she found curiosity sparking to life. it was clear in her vibrant eyes and she was probably too quick to nod again. too quick, for even as she did so he was speaking again. and there whispered to life the first hint of nervousness in her chest. aranea did not show it, her expression calm and placid. in fact she reacted with a quirk of her lips and a glint of mischievousness in her eyes, as if the idea appealed to her. Ah and how helpful it would be to have her words now. Instead she could only hope that he would interpret the tilt of her head for what it was - an indication that she was, in fact, rather eager to see if this problem could be remedied..