[open] You are not one wave; any!

[Rezza]

appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.

Rezza nods at his name, though offers no more on this particular topic. It is not that she is a mare of few words (what a terrible diplomat she would be when her job was to appease others with said words), but that she is a mare who does not waste words (for again, what a terrible diplomat she would be if she ran her mouth too much). Instead, she simply moves on. ”You speak as if you are new to this Beqanna,” she says, something of a question in her tone. ”Though you are correct. We are familiar with the idea of lands shifting all the time. The earth shakes and the lands shift and change. We see it happening, often, before land dwellers ever know. But the sea. The sea has always been unmovable, and yet…well, here we are.”

How was it that the sea could be moved? How was it they could occupy one place and suddenly appear in another? How was it that the ruins had been grafted into a land to which they do not belong? Lands shifted regularly, crack and eroded and changed and most Baltians lived long enough to see the process and think little of it. But this? This was something else entirely. ”We are also not accustomed to land dwellers being able to walk within our sea. How is it you are here?” Again, her tone, though a bit sharp, is not unfriendly. It is inquisitive, albeit demanding, though she is used to being the voice of an even more demanding Queen. The rest of her appears relaxed enough though, tail moving lazily in the water to keep her near this stallion that should not, though somehow is, at the edge of her kingdom.

REZZA

Photo by Alice Alinari

@Ahti