
Weight shifted, alternating which hind was rested, cocked and resting in the rich soil. Ears swiveled curiously as the dark Queen tilted her head, the girl's own mirroring the movement subconsciously. She was not surprised to find out that Gobardon and his spotted Queen had been here, why should she be? It seemed as if the chestnut stallion had a personal vendetta against those that resided in the south because every time they turned there was another argument, another disagreement, minor incidents being blown out of proportion. How she wasn't quite sure of either, the Northern King rarely (if at all) spoke the South or those in it, yet he continued to appear to have a hoof in every piece of trouble that came their way. She had never seen an alliance shattered so violently as when Audi had attempted to steal from the North. Which confused the little grey more than anyone would know. There appeared to have been no reprimand when the Northern heir turned Queen had been whisked away, news that bated the very breath of Hoof Prince itself. Word of the capture had spread like wildfire and everyone had been waiting to see what the scarred king of the North would do. Nothing apparantly, the heir was returned (as surely as she had come to visit the South) and everything went back to normal. New comers were recruited, babies were born and life went about it's business as usual. Until now of course, now they were in the midst of what appeared to be an arms race, one kingdom attempting to secure alliances before another.
I sense danger in the air Viriarius and it comes with the scent of lake weeds attached. As much as I hate to speak ill of another, Gobardon proved to be an unscrupulous ally, seeking to draw members from the South. I do not pretend to understand his reasons for hating myself and Zacharias to the point that he felt the need to do so, but I will also venture a guess that you would not want your own warriors vanishing under his piper's song. Whether you agree or not to this statement, you have been good to us in the past and as I said before, the air is thick and ripe with a coming storm. I come to ask you not as a Queen, but as a former Valkyrie, for help.
Her words were soft, yet audible over the drone of insects in the fall heat. She did not pretend to offer power or glory, fate was a fickle thing and often took from those with a quick but uncensored tongue and she wasn't willing to make empty promises. No doubt the winged monarch had her hang ups, her suspicions about each kingdoms sudden interest in her jungle, but only a fool would rush blindly forward without question and Viri certainly was no fool.
tia maria As we walk among these shadows in these streets, these fields of battle All together, walk alone against all we've ever known We will fight or we will fall |