cold in the violence after the war
hope is a fire to keep us warm
She stares at the green colt keenly, curious to hear his reply. It sounded like such a great adventure, this Sylva. Even though she knows nothing about it and has never seen it, she’s certain it would be quite fun. And it’s close too! According to Corban at least. And, well, he’s no bigger than they, so it must be closer than Ischia, because that had definitely not been close (truthfully it probably wasn’t that far, but to an easily bored young child, it had seemed to take forever).
She leans into Dagen almost unconsciously as he nibbles his way along her spine, barely noticing when he might nip a little too hard. It’s their language, after all.
When he mentions that he thinks his sister is the Queen, she perks up a little more, though her brow furrows faintly in confusion. Only might be Queen? That didn’t sound very promising. But it could be very interesting to meet a queen, even if she is only a might be queen. So when he asks if they would like to go, her head snaps up, a grin stealing almost instantly over her lips.
“Yes!” she exclaims, even as Dagen says they should stay here. She deflates a little at that, scowl replacing the smile as she turns her glare to Dagen. She sighs when Dagen continues, making far more sense than a colt his age should. But even she has to admit it would be foolish to leave the kingdom when they might leave at any time. Besides, she’s not so sure she wanted to see Momma truly mad. She could be intimidating even when she wasn’t.
Bumping into Dagen, she nips at his nose to make him hush. “Of course he can stay!” she declares rather boldly, uncaring that maybe he really did need to leave. Besides, why would his sister leave him here by himself if he couldn’t stay at least a little bit?
“What kind of games do you like?” she continues brightly, brushing off any protest that might have been made.
Brazen
