She’s been slacking too much lately.
It seems to be an unfortunate pattern with her. She alternates between pulling herself together and working hard for the kingdom … and doing absolutely nothing.
The last time it had happened had been because of Lexa. Lyris had never been a mother before, and taking care of the little sprogget, no matter how self-sufficient the girl had turned out to be, had taken up much of her time.
Lexa is two years old now though, and entirely independent. And Lyris has no such excuse. Her laziness has been entirely her fault. And it needs to change. It’s a tense time on the Beqannian stage, with relations between kingdoms becoming strained, and several (including the Jungle) teetering on the brink of war. The Jungle cannot afford to have one of its soldiers laying idle.
On this particular morning she’d risen early to patrol the Beqannian border, a duty she hasn’t performed in some time. The borders are quiet however and she makes the trip in good time, arriving back in the central part of the kingdom at mid-morning.
There’s no one in her favourite clearing at the moment, and so she settles into the shade of a young kapok tree, leaning against the twisting trunk. Her mind wanders and settles on her daughter, as it often does these days.
Lexa is so different than anything Lyris had ever expected, so different from Lyris herself. Where Lyris is wild and temperamental, Lexa is calm and measured, always weighing her options. She’s smart and independent … and patient, of all things. Sometimes it’s still hard for Lyris to believe that the girl had come from her and Gaza.
But while Lyris is most definitely proud of the young mare that her daughter is turning into, she’s starting to miss those days where Lexa was still a child. Just a little bit. It had been nice, really, having some fluffy adorable little thing following her around, demanding her attention. It hadn’t been at all what she’d expected. She had never wanted children before having Lexa, had found children incredibly annoying. But now that Lexa is almost grown … she rather misses it.
She sighs aloud, and leans deeper into the kapok tree. What an odd, melancholy mood. So unlike her. Hopefully someone will be along soon and distract her.
It seems to be an unfortunate pattern with her. She alternates between pulling herself together and working hard for the kingdom … and doing absolutely nothing.
The last time it had happened had been because of Lexa. Lyris had never been a mother before, and taking care of the little sprogget, no matter how self-sufficient the girl had turned out to be, had taken up much of her time.
Lexa is two years old now though, and entirely independent. And Lyris has no such excuse. Her laziness has been entirely her fault. And it needs to change. It’s a tense time on the Beqannian stage, with relations between kingdoms becoming strained, and several (including the Jungle) teetering on the brink of war. The Jungle cannot afford to have one of its soldiers laying idle.
On this particular morning she’d risen early to patrol the Beqannian border, a duty she hasn’t performed in some time. The borders are quiet however and she makes the trip in good time, arriving back in the central part of the kingdom at mid-morning.
There’s no one in her favourite clearing at the moment, and so she settles into the shade of a young kapok tree, leaning against the twisting trunk. Her mind wanders and settles on her daughter, as it often does these days.
Lexa is so different than anything Lyris had ever expected, so different from Lyris herself. Where Lyris is wild and temperamental, Lexa is calm and measured, always weighing her options. She’s smart and independent … and patient, of all things. Sometimes it’s still hard for Lyris to believe that the girl had come from her and Gaza.
But while Lyris is most definitely proud of the young mare that her daughter is turning into, she’s starting to miss those days where Lexa was still a child. Just a little bit. It had been nice, really, having some fluffy adorable little thing following her around, demanding her attention. It hadn’t been at all what she’d expected. She had never wanted children before having Lexa, had found children incredibly annoying. But now that Lexa is almost grown … she rather misses it.
She sighs aloud, and leans deeper into the kapok tree. What an odd, melancholy mood. So unlike her. Hopefully someone will be along soon and distract her.
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
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