Van's garden. One of the few places on the fiery expanse to yield shelter, to protect and savour the tints of green so lacking elsewhere across the Empty Quarter. She rests here peacefully with her daughter, sheltering her child from the harsh rays of the sun. It is cooler here, with the shade above and the idea that plants can survive. Whether that provides any real relief from the heat or just a psychological deterrent, she has not quite decided... nevertheless, this is one of her favourite places.
Little Ket nurses peacefully and Pevensie scans the horizon. She notices a flash of golden between the outlines of the trunks, stomping her foot to let her daughter know that she has fed enough. A lazy walk brings her closer to the smell of equine, moving about the garden. This pace allows for her little princess to keep up easily enough and not wear out her newly polished hooves.
The buckskin snorts, drawing closer to the stranger, whom bares the distinct scent of the Chamber. She moves cautiously, unsure whether they are friend or foe and taking good care to keep herself between the unknown horse and her infant foal. Gingerly she rounds the edge of a tree, cocking her head to get a better view of the stranger. She is golden in shade, matching the sands in a fashion not too dis-similar to that of herself and her foal.
"Welcome to the Deserts," she says warmly, drawing herself into full view now. She stands tall, proud despite her exhausted body. It takes effort for the little pony to draw herself to her full height, to hold her head high as the spring breeze ripples her thick, voluminous mane over her neck and across her eyes. Her breathing is shallow, but despite this her smile is dazzling, embracing and sincere.
Bringing her daughter into the world has taken it's toll. However, it is her duty as a Queen to carry on.
"I am Pevensie, Queen. This is my daughter. Please, help yourself to as much shade as you need. What is mine, is also yours,"
