Falls

Ah, worry. Such a common feeling, and a nuisance all the same. Xiomara had felt it countless times, and knew she would feel it again and again until she finally took her last breath. If only she had held on to her feelings when she had first become Queen; or the lack there of. The sensation that another gave the heart was a weakness, and even now, Xiomara can see how it hinders him. Just like deep down, Angel’s disappearance still hindered her. If only it was simpler, easier to handle, rather than the crushing weight that threatened to flatten her beneath. Did this stranger feel the same smothering, overwhelming burden?


As he looks to the sea behind her, Xiomara casts her icy gaze over her shoulder. Sure that the salty water would soon become even more merciless than it was now. Only the bravest of souls would travel it during the winter. Only his returning question brings her attention back to him, once again leveling him with that piercing stare. “Curiosity.” Xiomara replied, as strangely as that answer might seem. It was the honest truth. “To see how the world might view me, if I look like something other than what I am.” the roan queen adds. Though, Xiomara knew it was best if she stopped thinking of herself as a Queen, since she wasn’t any longer. She had given up that right rather freely, and she wasn’t sure if it had become another burden to the list, or freeing.