04-01-2018, 11:39 AM
She hadn't been around much. That was for sure. Instead of prowling upon the beach, she had been giddy on the cliffs with her family. They had been undisturbed by kingdom duties for some time, but the real world begged for her mother's return, so to it they fled. The cliffs and laughter were replaced with somber discussions of the duties Philomena would be soon to fulfill. Life was about to change greatly for the painted girl, that much was certain. This is what she had wished for. To be like her mother. All she had wanted was to embody her home, to hold that weight as so many others did. And when her name is mentioned upon her queen's lips, and the woman's dark muzzle finds her pole she is filled with pride. Her own muzzle reaches to offer a gentle nudge to Hestia's cheek as she passes. It was a goodbye of a sort. And when her gaze reaches the crowd she smiles, her people. Her family. Some have lingering gazes upon the girl while others simply dismiss her and turn away. Mina takes it with a grain of salt and nods her head , her bodice rising confidently at her mother's side.
She would do Nerine justice, she would make Scorch and Hestia proud. She only hoped that when the year was up they'd tell her she had served Nerine well.
That she had done a good job, and with that she grows silent alongside her mother.
She would do Nerine justice, she would make Scorch and Hestia proud. She only hoped that when the year was up they'd tell her she had served Nerine well.
That she had done a good job, and with that she grows silent alongside her mother.