01-21-2018, 10:56 AM
She knew she needed to come here.
Despite their previous altercations, and for lack of a better word, hatred of each other, she knew she had to come here. To talk to Sylva's new general, to find some sort of peace between them (and if not between them, between their kingdoms). For although they were less than fond of each other, they had one annoying thing connecting them.
Klaudius. Who, whether she liked it or not, fathered their children. She knows if she can just talk to Sabra, explain what had happened, she may feel better about the situation at hand.
Her stomach is swollen, nearly ready to burst at any given moment, and as she lands in the autumnal forest, she realizes how much it is weighing her down. She trips, struggling to regain her balance with the added weight upon her barrel throwing her off. The heart of the forest is where she figures Sabra will be (during her time in Ischia, that is where she had stayed), so she travels at a steady pace to try and find her.
The opalescent blue of her skin is what helps Krone spot her, and she can't help but be intrigued (no wonder Klaudius had been so fond of her). Both mares scream diplomacy: heads held high, shoulder straight, eyes forever watchful. A deep breath emerges from the Keeper's chest, and she approaches calmly.
"Sabra," She speaks, no hint of emotion on her face or in her words. "We must speak. It is long overdue, and I wish for you to hear me out."
Despite their previous altercations, and for lack of a better word, hatred of each other, she knew she had to come here. To talk to Sylva's new general, to find some sort of peace between them (and if not between them, between their kingdoms). For although they were less than fond of each other, they had one annoying thing connecting them.
Klaudius. Who, whether she liked it or not, fathered their children. She knows if she can just talk to Sabra, explain what had happened, she may feel better about the situation at hand.
Her stomach is swollen, nearly ready to burst at any given moment, and as she lands in the autumnal forest, she realizes how much it is weighing her down. She trips, struggling to regain her balance with the added weight upon her barrel throwing her off. The heart of the forest is where she figures Sabra will be (during her time in Ischia, that is where she had stayed), so she travels at a steady pace to try and find her.
The opalescent blue of her skin is what helps Krone spot her, and she can't help but be intrigued (no wonder Klaudius had been so fond of her). Both mares scream diplomacy: heads held high, shoulder straight, eyes forever watchful. A deep breath emerges from the Keeper's chest, and she approaches calmly.
"Sabra," She speaks, no hint of emotion on her face or in her words. "We must speak. It is long overdue, and I wish for you to hear me out."
Krone
you could be the King
(but watch the Queen conquer)
(but watch the Queen conquer)
@[Sabra]