It was as Jetta had feared: Mariael had taken her herd and departed for new lands. Something troubled Jetta about that, but she could not put her hoof on why. Herds moved around all the time, and Jetta had nothing particularly kind to say about the former queen. Yet to leave the islands altogether, for no apparent reason? The fact that this must have happened shortly after Diamant was freed from Mariael’s clutches only stoked Jetta’s suspicions more.
She nodded her head thoughtfully as Requiem told them everything he knew. There were three other things he said that pricked her interest: firstly, the words “my King”, whatever that meant; secondly, that Warsaw and Mariael had apparently not got along; and thirdly, the fact that one of Zevulun’s daughters lived right next door, under this presumed King. That meant Wade had a half-sister only a stone’s throw away. Jetta turned her head to exchange a glance with her son. They would have to talk about that later.
“Thank you, Requiem. We had presumed that Mariael and her herd might have moved on, so it’s good to know for sure. Wade here is actually one of Zevulun’s sons, so we thought we would drop by for a reunion, in the off-chance they were still around. But no matter.” She shook her head delicately to dismiss the issue. “So how long have you lived here, then?” Jetta smiled.
12; friesian mutt; dark bay splash; 16.1hh
valentine x inka |