fiasko
It’s been strange, trying to get used to the idea of her new role. In the world of Beqanna, she is no longer a nobody. She is Queen. Queen Fiasko of the Gates. But, she feels the same. She still feels like that same malnourished little girl that had arrived in the Gates so long ago. Only now Beqanna is looking at her to make a difference. She is relaxing under the shade of the Mother Tree (a favourite spot of hers), when an unfamiliar scent reaches her nose. Once upon a time she would have ignored it, or even retreated deeper into the kingdom to avoid the strangers, but not any more. She rouses herself and strikes out, heading for the direction of the border, where she is sure the scent must be coming from. Even though they are weak, diplomats still tend to extend them at least that basic courtesy.
Within minutes she finds the party, and is quite pleased to see that the newest member of the Gates, Wichita, has already beaten her there. She smiles pleasantly at the silver dapple mare before turning to inspect the newcomers. A bay mare, and a young bay filly. Fiasko takes particular note of the tattoos adorning the older mare. She’s heard of such markings, though she’s never seen them before. An Amazon. Interesting. She wonders what the sisters want with them today.
Unfortunately she’s missed most of the conversation, so she has to interject. “Hello there, I’m Fiasko.” She does not intentionally omit her title, she’s simply not used to introducing herself as such. “What brings you to the Gates?” For once, she feels no fear of rejection because of her face. In fact, the thought doesn't even cross her mind. She's grown more than she realizes.
i'm still waiting for the world to end