Mary
The newly crowned Queen and her King had decided to check out some of the surrounding kingdoms. There was no point in waiting for others to sniff out Sylva, they should be the ones to venture out, show that they are striving even with the plague.
The dapple Queen was still infested with the plague, a hoarse cough echoed from her chest every now and then. Small patches are fur were missing, but she was stronger than the plague and she would put all the weak hiding in there kingdoms to shame.
Mary wondered if anyone would even be in Nerine, what if they were hiding in there local safe land due to the plague. She hoped not, not only because there land would be free to take, but because they would have no respect from the dapple mare.
She completed her mission as she found herself at the border of Nerine, the scent of the salty ocean breezed past her face. It was a rare scent in Sylva, mainly because she remained in the heart of the kingdom and rarely visited the beach. Though Nerine was bordered by the ocean, and the salt was unavoidable. A gentle snort escapes her maw, she preferred the scent of the pine in Sylva, none the less she raises her head and bellows a whinny from her chest. Her call echoes out and she impatiently waits for someone from the kingdom to approach, her tail swishes back and forth in annoyance.
The dapple Queen was still infested with the plague, a hoarse cough echoed from her chest every now and then. Small patches are fur were missing, but she was stronger than the plague and she would put all the weak hiding in there kingdoms to shame.
Mary wondered if anyone would even be in Nerine, what if they were hiding in there local safe land due to the plague. She hoped not, not only because there land would be free to take, but because they would have no respect from the dapple mare.
She completed her mission as she found herself at the border of Nerine, the scent of the salty ocean breezed past her face. It was a rare scent in Sylva, mainly because she remained in the heart of the kingdom and rarely visited the beach. Though Nerine was bordered by the ocean, and the salt was unavoidable. A gentle snort escapes her maw, she preferred the scent of the pine in Sylva, none the less she raises her head and bellows a whinny from her chest. Her call echoes out and she impatiently waits for someone from the kingdom to approach, her tail swishes back and forth in annoyance.
Long May She Reign
@[Breckin]
