These evenings were lovely. They were cold, or they could have a bitter wind – but they were lovely. In the rolling hills of Asteraia, there was a sun which had not yet taken on the harshness of winter, and the sharp angles of his rays kissed the earth in a brilliant orange light. With mountains so distant and no trees to speak of, the sky above was laid bare and open. The cloudless heavens blanketed Alsteraia in a twilight of blazing orange to a deep, star dusted violet – and under this painted sky lay a young girl lost to thought.
On her back with her eyes of earthen brown and teal turned up to the slowly waking star bed, Isolde was enjoying a rather rare opportunity for solace. Admittedly, they were less rare than usual these days. With her father’s absence, the queen was quite busy with his burden. Not that Rhea left her children neglected, per say. Just… duty called. Isolde could respect that, and she could certainly respect her mother for all the work she took upon herself. And, maybe, just one day, the girl would know what it was like to have such responsibilities.
But today was not that day, and tomorrow wouldn’t be either. She had yet to see her first winter, after all. So, for now, she was content to lay on her back beneath the sky, paws curled to her chest and stomach, wondering where her father’s absence had taken him. Mother spoke little of it besides to assure the children of his safety and imminent return, but one so young could only imagine the sights to behold outside her pack lands. It was easy to let her mind wander to towering mountains, misty moors, and, oh! A sunlit desert or snowy northern tundra!
A smile curled the young girl’s lips, eyes far away by now as she imagined such things. Wherever he was in real life, the King, Iblis, was having a grand adventure inside the mind of his youngest daughter.