The Tundra was often quiet, flying low under the radar of more…noisy, kingdoms. It wasn’t, Topsail supposed, that they were weak. To her, the Tundra men had always been the stuff of legends- strong, hardy men living in the harshest of landscapes. But just as her rise to the throne hadn’t gone unnoticed, neither had the recent upswing of activity in the land of ice and snow. By all accounts their new king was taking his position seriously, gathering men and allies. Were they an unlikely ally for the Valley? Perhaps. But then again, a Gates princess was an unlikely queen of an “evil” kingdom. If nothing else Topsail enjoyed busting through the mold and leaving it smoldering behind her.
Rather than be upset by the two males obvious frustration, she offered them a knowing smile. “No matter, gentlemen. I often forget that my voice is pretty unconventional, as far as speaking goes.“ she said, sending her voice into both minds. It probably was uncomfortable to have someone else’s voice forced into your mind without your knowledge or consent. The palomino continued speaking and Topsail nodded along, absorbing his words and mulling them over. Brynmor confirmed his companions words, and Topsail took a moment to think. “Your king, Offspring, seems to have big plans for the Tundra. I’m glad to hear it.” and she genuinely was. She had often thought what a formidable ally they would be under the right reign. “We’re also allied with the Chamber, as well as the Gates, though I’m sad to say the Gates is withering on the proverbial vine at the moment.” That particular thought saddened her, and she could only speculate that wherever her father was, he too was devastated by the news. “The Valley is very interested in an alliance. I’d like to speak to your king about something else too, something swirling in the back of my mind. Care to lead the way boys?” Without waiting for their answer she headed north, assuming the men would follow behind and lead her when necessary. A thought was forming in the back of her mind, and it was of utmost importance that it come to fruition sooner rather than later.
topsail
even an army of sheep should be feared, if they are being led by the lion
ooc - if y'all want to post for her in the tundra, she'll be along! please include offy in the tundra post
