Mazikeen
Mazikeen is so grateful when Casimira approaches, drawing her out of her dark memories. Despite the grip she keeps on herself, and the grip the darkness keeps on her mind, she is quick to find a smile fed by both her relief and joy. It waivers at Casimira’s concern, confused for a moment, until she remembers how tightly she is squeezing her wings.
Oh duh. Good job Maze, looking like you’re coming here with some awful news while coming to visit someone whose family had recently gone through a rollercoaster of tragedy.
So assurances come quickly. “Oh, sorry - yes.” Mazikeen forces herself to relax - something made easier now that Casimira is here, giving her a friendly face to focus on as she quickly speaks to erase any fears. “I just don’t have many good memories in Tephra. But everything - everyone in Hyaline is well.” She tries to think of when the last time she had seen the other white mare in the mountains visiting her family, but decides she might as well share a little personal news even if Casimira knew already - finding a smile again as she does. “You even have two new nieces.”
It never ceases to amuse Mazikeen how many ties she had to Firion’s family before she even knew it. She is glad she hadn’t known - perhaps she would have been less inclined to adore so many of them back when she wore a prickly armour to shield herself from anything related to the golden stallion.
Things are certainly a little different now.
To further assure Casimira that everything is fine, she moves on. Thoughts of the past continue to fade in favour of the present and there's a softness in her orange eyes when she asks. "Have things been okay?" And then with a small laugh - “You know, I think this might be my first visit with another ruler? Or, at least first one where they weren’t challenging me for an entity.” Politics had not exactly been one of her top priorities. It still wasn’t, really - but this was a special situation. Half politics, half a reunion for members of the pack that Mazikeen had allowed to fall apart.
Oh duh. Good job Maze, looking like you’re coming here with some awful news while coming to visit someone whose family had recently gone through a rollercoaster of tragedy.
So assurances come quickly. “Oh, sorry - yes.” Mazikeen forces herself to relax - something made easier now that Casimira is here, giving her a friendly face to focus on as she quickly speaks to erase any fears. “I just don’t have many good memories in Tephra. But everything - everyone in Hyaline is well.” She tries to think of when the last time she had seen the other white mare in the mountains visiting her family, but decides she might as well share a little personal news even if Casimira knew already - finding a smile again as she does. “You even have two new nieces.”
It never ceases to amuse Mazikeen how many ties she had to Firion’s family before she even knew it. She is glad she hadn’t known - perhaps she would have been less inclined to adore so many of them back when she wore a prickly armour to shield herself from anything related to the golden stallion.
Things are certainly a little different now.
To further assure Casimira that everything is fine, she moves on. Thoughts of the past continue to fade in favour of the present and there's a softness in her orange eyes when she asks. "Have things been okay?" And then with a small laugh - “You know, I think this might be my first visit with another ruler? Or, at least first one where they weren’t challenging me for an entity.” Politics had not exactly been one of her top priorities. It still wasn’t, really - but this was a special situation. Half politics, half a reunion for members of the pack that Mazikeen had allowed to fall apart.
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