The Savanna had become her world. Which had not been her original intention. Apart of Zira had hoped to explore the world before she settled anywhere. Fear had been what drove her to take the Savanna for her own, whether she wanted to admit it or not. She spent many days since taking over on the hard-sanded shores pacing and muttering to herself. This was as far from the Lagoon as she could get without truly leaving. It was an entirely different island, a place she could not even see from the safety of her little kingdom. Being away from the lagoon was not her only reason for wanting the Savanna. She wanted to offer a home, a hope, to others. It was not only her own safety she was concerned with. And she wasn't going to find anyone in need of her assistance by just moping around and waiting.
It was not quite as warm on the mainland as it was in the Savanna, though it had nothing on Salem. (She imagined at least, she'd never actually been to Salem.) The sun helped to dry the water along her coat but the chill of autumn sent shivers across her damp skin. It was an uncomfortable feeling but the young mare powered through it with gritted teeth. Her expression could not have been described as kind or inviting but she was doing everything in her power to change that. Her ears pressed forward through her golden forelock as she looked across the expanse of land known as the Common. It was not a place she would have felt comfortable if she hadn't carved out a place for herself. The very idea of being claimed terrified her and she is still so thankful that no one had dared to when she was living on Luthien.
A stallion bursts from trees and startles her. Zira turns toward him all fire and vinegar. Her ears pin and she snakes her neck angrily in his direction. Her eyes are narrowed, and yet somehow the curve of white still shows. There is both anger and fear present on her face and she slams a hoof into the ground in irritation. The Savanna's queen looks at him, really looks at him, and there is something familiar about him but she cannot quite place it. She's never met him before, she knows that much, and he doesn't stink of the mud-addled lagoon.
"Watch where you're going," she says finally with a shake of her delicate face, stomping another hoof. Despite her height there was an elegance to her build and the way she moved, more dancer than fighter, but it was clear from her demeanor fighting was not an impossibility.
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