the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.
It’s time to get to work.
Lexa eyes the approaching border with much trepidation. It’s been years since she last stepped foot in this kingdom. She hasn’t been here since … well, not since the war. Her mind fills with memory as the treeline grows closer, and she gives herself a little shake, futilely trying move past the memories. She’d lost her mother then, and her sister in a way. She’d killed here too.
She’d gone into the Chamber a naive young warrior, and she’d come out … changed.
She sighs quietly as they come to a stop right at the border’s edge, and she glances briefly at Celeana. She’s glad the younger mare is here with her - Celeana will keep her grounded when Killdare and Malis arrive.
She squares her self and gives herself another little shake, before turning her eyes back to the thick forest of the Chamber’s western border. The thought of making peace with the Chamber still brings a bad taste to her mouth, but she knows that what Joscelin had said at their meeting had made sense. There’s been too much bad blood lately, with the Jungle, with the Chamber … with everyone. The Jungle needs time to heal and rebuild, and she has no doubt that the Chamber needs the same. And, not to mention, a treaty here would put their potential ally, the Tundra, in a far less awkward position.
Only time will tell if the Chamber agrees.
Sighing again, she lets out a loud call for the kingdom’s rulers, then settles back on her heels to wait. Hopefully it won’t take long for the diplomats to arrive.
Lexa eyes the approaching border with much trepidation. It’s been years since she last stepped foot in this kingdom. She hasn’t been here since … well, not since the war. Her mind fills with memory as the treeline grows closer, and she gives herself a little shake, futilely trying move past the memories. She’d lost her mother then, and her sister in a way. She’d killed here too.
She’d gone into the Chamber a naive young warrior, and she’d come out … changed.
She sighs quietly as they come to a stop right at the border’s edge, and she glances briefly at Celeana. She’s glad the younger mare is here with her - Celeana will keep her grounded when Killdare and Malis arrive.
She squares her self and gives herself another little shake, before turning her eyes back to the thick forest of the Chamber’s western border. The thought of making peace with the Chamber still brings a bad taste to her mouth, but she knows that what Joscelin had said at their meeting had made sense. There’s been too much bad blood lately, with the Jungle, with the Chamber … with everyone. The Jungle needs time to heal and rebuild, and she has no doubt that the Chamber needs the same. And, not to mention, a treaty here would put their potential ally, the Tundra, in a far less awkward position.
Only time will tell if the Chamber agrees.
Sighing again, she lets out a loud call for the kingdom’s rulers, then settles back on her heels to wait. Hopefully it won’t take long for the diplomats to arrive.
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@[Celeana]