she admits her inadequacies because she knows she could never hold a throne unless she did it in the manner of Isola, tucked well behind a stronger creature. yes, the girl had apparently taken on some of her own battles, but she was still not out from her mate’s pantlegs. she would be much the same, she thought. she was long of leg, slim of body, long of neck, sleek of tail. all about her was built for sprinting, for double suspension gallop, for coursing. coursing, not fighting. if there was word to bring from one end of the pack to the other, if there was pronghorn or deer to outpace, if there were bird to steal from the air? she would do them proud… but in physical pursuits, other than savagely fast fangs and frenzied movement, she was useless when it counted in a leader to be able to face down all comers.
"I cannot deny that I am glad to hear what you have said, Levi. These days, many lust for power without considering the consequences. How pleasant to think that there is another out there who thinks first of what others consider the common folk." and she laughs, "we are all common folk, some are just less common than others." and it is a little tease, a broad smile usurping her otherwise soothing expressions. "i am pleased that you and gladdened by my thinking. it means glorall is not so different than what my nephew had originally meant this place to be..." she tilts her head, as if taking him in anew, that relief she speaks of in implication clear in the sigh she offers.
then he pauses as she explains her leaving and all at once seeming to plunge him into a thought that returns his attention to her with only half the smile he had once given. "There is no shame in leaving, either. It was a difficult choice for even myself to leave Iromar and my own family but, these choices must be made. We cannot always live in the shadows of others and their issues." to which she nods, "i would have been just another body to mourn. i did not fear that outcome so much as what it would inspire in my nephew to do. by the end, moladion named him The Mad King and they were correct. Losing Finley… it did drive him quite mad and it would only have gotten worse if I had followed in his adopted brother’s footsteps...so i suppose in a way, i remained in the shadow of those issues," and then there is a bark of honest laughter at her own silliness.
"If you have come here, then surely you must wish to see your once home? I do not think you bring us home, after all. I'm sure the sand has missed you."
"as i said, my feet longed for the sands of those shores and brought me here before I could argue. if the sands have missed me in return, I would desire nothing more than to feel them between my toes and feel the salt in my fur." she admits with an almost dreamlike voice that speaks to the very deep desire of such an excursion. "and then, if you and they are not swift to wanting me to travel elsewhere, perhaps we might talk more on what a woman of such limited uses might find to do under your direction..." she adds, standing in accordance to his welcome and walking to him with a low slung tail and an attempt to keep her head appropriately low despite the long neck and high pricked ears atop her skull.
The Last Daughter of Mirovis
[ female - eight - no mate - no imprint - wanderer ]