the living are hungry; daena

[Lexa]

the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.

It’s been some time since she last saw Daena.


It’s been a busy year for Lexa, what with the raid and her subsequent ascension to the throne. She’s been rushing this way and that, hurrying to attend to a myriad of duties … but it means that she’s neglected other things. Important things.

She decides to make amends and seeks out the roaned mare at the last place she’d seen her - the riverside. Lexa slips through the trees out onto the banks, brown eyes scanning about. She has no idea whether or not Daena likes the place as much as herself, but it’s first on her list of places to check. Seeing no sign of the mare, she raises her voice, calling out softly so as to not disturb the pack of capybaras playing in the shallows. “Daena, are you there?”

lexa