The silver haired witch stands silently on the blistering sands. Near black eyes glitter against the brilliant sun as the queen gazes over her kingdom. The dunes had grown quiet lately, not something that she generally despised, but for some reason, the knowledge of Rhaenys’ abandonment is enough to put a damper on that quiet.
Long, alabaster tail lashes against the supple curve of her hip with an audible snap. Had her beautiful, naive, intelligent, determined daughter paired herself with any other, perhaps the anger and frustration the witch queen felt would not be nearly as fierce. Evrain. Although she had always maintained a firm alliance with the spotted queen. Her son however was far from the same spirit as his mother. Sure he no doubt cut a handsome figure in the eyes of her daughter and perhaps even herself in her younger years. However there was a cockiness to his words and the smug expression that seemed a permanent fixture on his lips irked her last nerve. He had all but walked right on into her kingdom uninvited and spouted his wish to see Salem united as though he had some wisdom or say in the matter. He got beneath her skin, why? Well, she could not pin but regardless it was enough to stir her disgust.A single hoof stomps into the malleable sands beneath her, sending a spray of dust into the dry zephyrs. Frustration. She needed a plan or a course of action. Yet regardless of the tranquility she tries to surround herself with, the beast cannot help but to lose itself in the turmoil and thoughts of ‘what ifs’. What if Rafe has planned this take over with Evrain? What if Rhaenys has told him her secrets? What if the blue beast was prowling her borders now? Where was Rougaru and why was he so silent as of late?A frustrated growl rumbles from her lungs and she sighs in frustration. Sleek mahogany neck is given a shake as she allows herself to slide gracefully down the sea of sand and towards the oasis of fresh grass and cool waters. Paper thin nostrils flare as the slender mare drops her head to inhale a breath of the cool waters before plunging her muzzle beneath to drink her fill. It did not help her to calm her erratic thoughts really, but at least it quenched her thirst.