01-08-2017, 06:24 AM
we’re on each other’s team…
There is a passion for the land that lives in us.
And for the first time Reagan looked at Nayl, a warmness sliding over her, a familiarity. The days of the young diplomat. The women standing there in the grotto were not so dissimilar as one may think upon staring at them. They both cared for their reputation. They both were hard and fast politicians who cared first for the deal, and then for themselves—and again, they cared about the land that they served.
Believed fully that the land would protect them in return if they gave their all to see it bear fruit.
Reagan’s mind is settled—there is no pretense to the woman’s ascension to the throne. One would have to be deaf to hear the way the trees and residents whispered the goings on amongst the land. They all rang stories of how Naga, the panther Queen had been thrown over for Nayl upon the challenge grounds. This was not a secret that could be kept. Such things were never silent for long. And yet, even as Reagan watches the young woman’s eyes drift, looking to cover the story of Nerine, she smiles to the side, finding a soul sister in this regard. There are things about the Taiga that were definitely best left unsaid.
“In this regard, I believe you are correct, Nayl. The land does reside in us, as we reside in the land. It is a symbiotic relationship. And we as its leaders, are the land, of sorts.”
She nods, flicking her tail and stepping aside to give the multi-colored woman a better view of the forest around her. “I know you have not been in this position long, but know that if you ever need an ally, nay, a friend—you know which direction to follow.” She smiles in a way that only horses can smile, twisting her thick black lips around her teeth and eying her company warmly. It was a face that she does not always show. “For I do not feel that peace will always rest as it does now.”