with weightless souls; ana, any

[Anaxarete]

YOU CAN HEAR WHEN THE HEART STOPS. She had been expecting this visit.  The shadowmare knew that Dawn, the deposed queen, would return to her homelands - to her daughter. Anaxarete was beginning to think that she was going to need to journey to the Cove herself to determine the intentions of those remaining in the territory. But in the end, her patience had been rewarded. The shadow queen is pleased to see Stave has already come to greet their visitor.  She is not at all deterred by the smell of death that surrounds the boy - knowing of the beautiful gift that he holds. She brushes her nose against his neck - a gesture of affection rarely seen from the shadowmare. However she feels great affinity for the young necromancer - she wants nothing more than to see him thrive. But her cool gaze settles upon the winged woman - standing dutifly at the border. “Welcome, I am Anaxarete,” the shadowmare says, simply, dipping her dappled head in greeting.  “I take it your mother made it safely back to the Cove?” she asks, though the girl’s presence in Pangea is answer enough. “I know you must have questions. Concerns. Please know I wish you to speak freely of such things.” The shadowmare’s tone remains cold, but the words are genuine. If the Cove were to remain a territory - a loyal territory - it was long past time to have this conversation. Anaxarete had questions of her own, of course, but it was only polite to let the girl speak her part first. - A N A X A R E T E - been there, done that

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@[stave]