Long May She Reign
She travels through her home, the autumn kingdom that was closest to her Sylva. She had lived a lonely life here, aside from Belle most of the Loessians despised her. She didn't care too much though, who needed friends? Just another emotional tie that could veer her off her path.
A familiar voice forces her to a halt, she tilts her head a small grin tugs at her lips. Was that....the black stag she had met in the nomad lands? A laugh nearly escaped her maw, the young boy had finallu decided to see the strongest kingdom in all of beqanna for himself.
He speaks again, and this time she draws herself closer to him. That depends on what fun you are looking for, the words pass her lips as he comes into view. She brushes her body against his in a familiar manner, before finding a spot before him.
I was starting to think you weren't going to show up. Her eyes naturally glance across him, he was older than the last time they met, and with it his body had matured along with his age.
MARY
@[Kildare]
