The sand beneath her hooves was soft, and Cambria feels it shifting. Feels like some sort of metaphor for the shift in her life, but she wouldn’t think too much into it. It was as if Xiomara could see right through her, was looking right through her and into her soul. Cambria wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Uncomfortable, really. But she would be okay. There’s some confidence in that, and she can feel it.
Welcome home, with that, Cambria lets go of the breath she’s been holding since she’s been on her own. That actually felt a lot better. There’s something comforting about the idea. “Xio… thank you,” she tries the name of the queen on her tongue, attempts to figure out how it feels. It’s foreign to her. My son’s herd,” Cambria nods. She was happy to remain with the queen for now. There is stability here, and the girl can feel it.
Her stride across the sand is long, athletic. She’s surefooted as she follows Xiomara into the jungle. The day was warm here, and Cambria was glad. Her eyes are bright, wide, taking everything in. It was overwhelming but not in a bad way. This place is beautiful, and she’s already a bit enchanted with it. She steps to the side of the spring, lowering her muzzle to drink. Her guard does not drop, however, gaze still trained on the world around her. “Will you tell me about them?” A sip. “Your sons, I mean,” Cambria finishes the words, realizing the thought wasn’t quite complete when it came out.
The others, Cambria does her best to quell her anxiety about meeting them. She’d never been in a situation like this. The band she’d grown up in had stayed the same from the time she was born until the time they’d left. Still, Cambria is steady now. She lifts her head, still taking in the beauty that the Shore has to offer.
yearling. friesian x. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe
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