fiasko
Elysteria makes mention of the Gate’s current ruler and Fiasko nods her scarred head in agreement. “Yes actually. We are currently ruled by a mare by the name of Camelia.” Though for who knows how much longer - the kingdom is currently in the process of electing a new ruler. Fiasko herself might be on that throne soon …That fact is still so bizarre to her.
She is a little disappointed however to hear that the Dale sounds exactly like the Gates. She would have thought a mythical kingdom would be well, more interesting? Though she had not heard that their king Tiphon is an angel … whatever that means.
“The Gates is much the same. I am personally part of the peace caste.” She smiles wryly. “I wouldn’t be very good at fighting.” The year of malnutrition in her youth permanently stunted her growth and weakened her bones. She would be easily crushed by any half-competent fighter.
The stallion begins to speak about his own past and her ears flick forward attentively. She likes to hear more about the world - her own knowledge is so limited after all. And this land that he speaks of - Gregor Valley - is one that she’s never heard of before. It seems fascinating, both similar and dissimilar to Beqanna.
She wants to ask what he means by his ‘precarious attribute,’ but she feels that he probably would have gone into more detail if he wished to. And she doesn’t want to pry. Instead she chuckles awkwardly. “Well, I am rather untalented.” Unremarkable really. The only thing that makes her memorable is the ruin that is her face. And that’s not a talent. “What made you decide to come to Beqanna?” She’s being unusually forward today. Where is this newfound confidence coming from? “Sorry, I should stop prying!”
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