[open] you could be the king but watch the queen conquer [any]

[temples]

YOU COULD BE THE KING BUT WATCH THE QUEEN CONQUER

The tides of change were eminent and rather than stay hidden away from the world it was time she became one of those things. Year after year she watches from afar, timidly as they all pass through on their individual journeys but she'd never felt compelled to join. The pale woman had a quiet defiance against the flow of the tide but eventually even the strongest wear thin. She feels as though she's been in hiding but there's no probable cause other than paranoia perhaps. Breeding season had just come to a close and thus she felt at ease strolling through the fields. The summer heat would soon swallow Beqanna as a whole, even those close to the bodies of water would swelter and so bittersweet this time has come to her.

Her orange eyes scan loosely as she grazes lackadaisically throughout the area and her ears perking only momentarily as a filed mouse enters her view. What a simple life she has, she thinks but she is internally curious about the world outside. She would not be a warrior's pick out of the gates - her muscles were not prominent, there had been no show cause of training, and her build was rather petite due to her Arabian blood. She didn't bubble at the sight of others, nor did she find herself reaching out for the company; she was content just being. And even in her bold approach to the open fields she wouldn't be considered searching - it mattered not to her if she became something great or remained the same.

The great thing about being no one was having no one to impress.

 

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I have someone in Tephra, otherwise it's fair game!