The heat of summer is a welcome change in Beqanna's cooler kingdom, home to the only snow that stays year-round, though to reach it is no small feat when it comes to the mid-year months. I know that Panthera likes to spend time near those peaks, putting time and energy into something that I can only imagine, since she won't tell me what exactly is going on; ever since Svedka reappeared, she's been less than compliant to telling me anything, and it leaves me wondering why.
But for today, the long-legged cat stalks alongside me, occasionally stopping to smell a tree or to paw at some bugs who dare to fly within reach of her mighty paws. I'm not really going anywhere in particular for now, instead just enjoying the silent company of my familiar and watching Hyaline's landscape roll and shift around our journeying selves. From mountains to willows to a lake and back again, the variety of this land never ceases to amaze me; and getting to know that I am an integral part to why it remains a sanctuary even in trying times is incredibly fulfilling.
We've got company.
You don't have to say it like it's a bad thing, Panthera.
Don't be picky, horse.
Snorting in soft disapproval of the leopard's derogatory usage of my species, I turn my head to gauge our surroundings. Indeed, in the corner of the meadow which we have just entered (with its sweeping grasses that seem never to end), a gleaming mare stands awestruck and wondersome. Her colouring reminds me of my son Rhaegor. Curious, I change my path such that she may intercept me should she choose to, letting a gentle whinny travel across the plain in greeting.
Stopping some distance away in case our newest refugee would prefer to be left alone, I lower my head and begin to graze, momentarily forgetting that most others of my kind aren't expecting to see a leopard by the side of an equine.
@[Adria]
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