Meadow

She had hidden for the better part of the season, expecting to see Titania's furious face around every single corner. In truth, she hadn't been certain that she would make it beyond the border of the Commons without pursuit, and yet she had somehow managed to escape. Still, she stayed in the shadows, kept her proud head down, and spent no time socializing. She focused on staying alive and staying hidden, and so far, it had worked to her advantage.

It wasn't a lifestyle befitting a queen, but she didn't have many options.

She couldn't risk the Commons again until someone robbed that cheating witch of her throne, and neither the Peak nor the Lagoon held any interest for her for various reasons. She hadn't enjoyed the overwhelming reek of estrogen during her time in the Peak and she had no desire to be labeled a powerless trinket beneath the hands of men. That left finding herself a new home... which was vastly complicated by the fact that she could not utilize the Commons to her advantage.

Vanya knew all too well that the allure of being able to force their will on another creature often brought the most power-hungry of stallions flocking to the Commons. It was their simple-minded sort that she now sought despite being unable to attract them properly. The kind that could be easily bent to her will, shaped and molded as she saw fit. She didn't need a gentleman. And she certainly didn't need another Rougaru to abandon her.

Kindness was weakness, and she'd had enough weakness in her life to last her a century.

The elegant little mare danced forward from the cover of the treeline where she'd been sheltering and lifted her head to call out for companionship. She had neither seen nor spotted Titania in the lazy circuit she'd made of the meadow earlier in the day, but she could never be too careful. All too aware of what it had been like to be ambushed, the lithe ballerina sauntered toward the center of the meadow to wait for company, her limpid eyes roving shark-like over anyone that came within view.