City watches from the hills as she normally does when everyone gathers. It is a pitiful group indeed. Only her moth-daughter, green wings trembling in the sea -salted breeze, stands by her. Her youngest is among the missing and it makes her all the more bitter to watch what she sees unfolding. She had stood by Nayl's side not too long ago as the then Queen spoke of rebuilding.
She passes the throne to child, that is her solution. Must be a mighty wise child, yes?
She's probably seen a lot. Hard eye roll.
The red-freckled mare leaves it though, she says nothing and bothers not to descend down the hillside to join her comrades, to acknowledge her new Queen. She will recluse until she can swallow the change as she's done before. She turns to leave, Oleandar stands there still; watching.
she's just lurking, oleandar too.
city will find iso soon <3
