appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.
Rezza rarely wanders so far from her Queen, but after making sure the Queen was alright, and then her daughter, and dealing with the duties that accompany her title, Rezza could not resist. She needed to see her for herself what had happened in that strange quake. She is no stranger to the earth shaking, for she has lived her life in the midst of war. But there has been no sign of their enemies right now, but rather, a new taste in the water, a different scent. Something had changed.Rezza follows the unusual scent in the water, navigating the ocean deep until the moonlight breaks through. It is not much light, but still, it is more than Rezza is used to. Her life has been spent in these waters and she knows them well, and so it is not hard to sense the thing that is different. She just doesn't quite know where it might lead her to, what she might find. The water warms as she climbs to the surface, and she finds she is almost afraid to break through. It has been so long since she's even left the sea that she wonders if her legs will remember what to do once they reach land, if she will choke on the taste of dry air.
Her head breaks through the surface and she does choke, though not on the air. No, she chokes because she knows this place and she is not sure she wants to be here, and yet the invisible hands of the dead tug at her. Her feet find the sand and she moves out of the water, her feet taking her places she does not entirely want to be. And yet...how was this here? Where exactly was here? The questions tug at her, though she does not expect to find anyone else at this hour of the night. She'd been too busy before to come earlier, but she could always wait in the sea until morning.
Her eyes spot someone in the distance though, a faint glimmer visible around the moving figure, not unlike Rezza herself. Another Baltian, perhaps? The jellyfish mare, with tentacles still in her mane and tail, weaves her way through the dead. Her cat-like eyes dart back and forth, looking for the place where her brother died. Would she even know it anymore? As she comes closer to the other figure, it becomes clear this other mare is no Baltian, nor is she the enemy of their war.
"Hello," Rezza calls, for she has some amount of manners after more than a century in the life of a diplomat. Someone needed to balance out their Queen and Helice, after all. "I'm Rezza, of Baltia. May I ask...where are you from?" There's something ancient in her voice, and yet for all her years she cannot answer such a simple question. Where exactly was she now? The ruins yes. She knows these ruins. But they were not where they once were...
REZZA
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