02-23-2018, 12:15 PM
volcan
Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die
There had been a time when borders and boundaries had been respected, when such blatant trespassing would’ve been met with angry faces and stern words. But things change, she supposes, as she comes across a stranger on the beach, who had perhaps flown here, given the wings on his back.
He has already been met by her Queen, Hestia… but the smokey woman approaches anyway. Let him see that there exists at least one soldier willing to put her life on the line for her kingdom. Let him see it’s not just a kingdom of dead bones and ash.
She overhears his words as she draws closer, and she can’t help but scoff.
”Look harder. We are here.”
She stops beside her Queen, says no more. But she is on her guard, eyeing this parent-flaunting stranger with suspicion. She supposes that he expects them to know these people - were they Kings, Queens once? He will have to try harder to impress. Royal blood is hardly a rarity.