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12-25-2013, 11:51 PM
She could hear voices ahead—the meeting had already begun. The mare quickened her pace slightly, only relaxing when she heard others moving through the woods alongside her. Nasreen was a fairly confident girl, but she had no desire to make an entrance on this occasion—not when she was about to meet the ruler of this gods-blessed land.
She was nervous. What would she say to such a queen? Nasreen had barely been here for a fortnight, but she had seen how prosperous this land was. Specially favored by the moon goddess, they said. Where she came from, those the gods had honored with their visits were few and far between. Here, it seemed, magic was common and sightings of the gods were special, but much more frequent. Surely the queen, most powerful in this land, not only had the favor of the gods, but had met them, likely on more than one occasion. So what did she, a fallen princess wandering in strange lands, have to say to such a creature?
At the same time, a flurry of excitement stirred in her veins. In a gathering this large, surely someone had heard of Thor’qui. She’d be on her way home in no time.
But for now, there were pleasantries to take care of. She had arrived. Lightly, she slipped into the fringe at the edge of the crowd. Pricking her ears, she watched what the others were doing. One by one, they seemed to be stepping forward, introducing themselves (or, for those she gathered had already met her, greeting the queen). Though she could not see the queen herself, gradually, Nasreen learned that her name was Mirage, and that the king was called Lace. Slowly, the crowd pressed her forward, until suddenly, it was her turn. Mirage stood before her on the cliffs, silhouetted against the sea.
Nasreen gasped softly. The queen was black as midnight, but she gleamed silver in the moonlight—and gold in the glow of a huge dragon. A large stone glowed around her neck, reminiscent of Kahlua’s talisman, but much more magnificent—a gift from the gods, no doubt. Rendered speechless (both by awe, and fear of the dragon), Nasreen stumbled forward. “I…I’m Nasreen, your majesty,” she managed to choke out, after what seemed like forever. “If it pleases you, I would like to stay here.” Nasreen bowed low, copper wings pressed to her sides, backing into the crowd.
OOC: Nasreen would like to apprentice as a craftsman, should you Mirage deem it acceptable.
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
