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She has been intrigued at the notion of meeting her new queen, to say the least. She knows little of the woman, save for that she didn't seem to have been around a great deal before she waltzed back onto the scene and took a crown that - for a few blazing, precious minutes - Nyx had coveted for herself. Now her bratty bad mood has abated somewhat, she doesn't hold it against the white monarch, and thinks that perhaps it was for the best - her new position of General is just the right amount of responsibility, and allows her to do what she does best. Kick ass, and take names.
Knowing they're patrolling together, the ironheart ensures she's prompt in her pursuit of Elsa. Wouldn't want to show herself up on her first meeting with her esteemed queen, would she? She moves through the Flats at a brisk trot, Dominus close at heel. For once he had deigned to join her on one of these herd patrols, although she gets constant rumbles of discontent from him. His paws make a hearty slapping noise on the thin sheen of water beneath their feet, and their strides are equal as they move in motion. In the absence of trees or any obstacles to block her vision, Nyx soon sees her queen. The winged woman seems to be having a whale of a time, and the steel soldier's brow lifts in amusement - perhaps Elsa didn't consider that, in the vast open expanse of the Flats, her antics could be seen from miles away. She comes closer, drawing to a halt with her white lion by her side, and dips her head to her monarch. "Queen Elsa." She looks the other woman over, noting their equal sizes - a spar between them could certainly prove interesting, and the notion excites the ironheart. "We meet at last." The silver's voice is entirely neutral, and not devoid of respect - she knows her place, after all. |
Tagging @Tilney and @Tembovu as the brackets stopped them working in your post D: @Elsa
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
