Ea
Ea was accustomed to being underestimated, but had foolishly expected that to change when she became Queen. She knew that she was coming into a kingdom with an established king - a beloved one at that. Perhaps her somewhat icy demeanor made her less approachable by those in the Dale. Regardless, when she heard Phaedrus’s call for Ramiel and Weir, she knew she had to assert herself. She was just as smart and capable, if not more so, than the stallions and frankly, Phaedrus’s call for them and not her has set her off.
She moves towards the large black and blue stallion in her usual manner - head held high, walking with purpose. Importance. He is much larger physically than she is, but she is not easily intimidated. Inwardly, Ea is furious at this perceived slight but outwardly, she is calm. She is the first to reach him.
“Phaedrus, nice to officially meet you,” she says coolly, with a stiff smile. “You must have forgotten to call me. Is there anything I can help you with while we wait for the others to arrive?” The silver queen’s voice is relaxed, despite her naturally tense body language. Surely the others would arrive at any minute - both Ramiel and Weir were always reliable and quick to respond. Good leaders. But silently she wished that they wouldn’t, that she would be able to prove herself as more than just Ramiel's queen.
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now you're staring at a queen.