She is never far when someone on the border calls.
When he arrives, it is nearly dark, and she is working on one of the still scorched parts of the land, although such things are further and father between. She lifts her head from the growing greenery and turns her gaze toward the border. She looks through the distance almost, her vision focusing in that strange new sensation, and sees him as he stands. Ruinam of the Island Resort.
Curious, she opens a portal in a whirl of petals and leaves and steps through. She is cautious and makes sure that it is several yards from him as to not startle him but there is very few ways to make a portal something that is not startling at all. As such, her smile is just a touch apologetic when she walks up.
Shaking the leaves from her mane but not displacing the flowers that bloom there, she nods.
“Ruinam,” she greets, noting that there are still spots of dirt stuck to her legs and her forelocks. She makes no move to dislodge them and instead feels the strange kinship with the earth whenever such a thing happens. It is good to be rooted, she thinks. Good to know that she is one with this land below her.
But her mind does not dwell there for long, and she quickly looks back up to study his face.
“How can I help you today? Did you simply come to visit or was there anything you needed?”
She never knows with visitors, but if there is anything she’s good at with being Queen, it is being a host.
it's only you and me there until the darkness calls
let's face the dawn together; we'll brave whatever comes