Becoming queen had certainly been a surreal experience, right from the beginning. Between that chaotic herd meeting, followed by a smaller gathering with Tembovu and Mauja that was actually peaceful, finding Elsa and Nyx and everyone else that she wanted to speak with in the wake of the meeting - Alysanne had been kept busy. She had even heard rumours that she had earned a sort of nickname in the process - the Devoted.

It could be worse, she supposed.

But still, altogether it had been a very strange time and it was with no shortage of relief that she recognized her sister’s dark form approaching.

Alysanne’s greeting to her sister caught in her throat uncomfortably at the sight of her sister stretching out one of her wings and bending into a bow. But the discomfort only lasted as long as the mock bow did and a bright laugh escaped from her at the sight of Iona’s smirk and her teasing words. “Well in that case, I’ll cherish the memory always. At least I have Hemlock for a witness.” The tiny owl hooted in agreement, darting down from his place on a branch nearby swooping low over Iona in his personal greeting - grasping lightly at the strands of her dark mane before letting them fall back out of his loose grip. He wheeled above the twin sisters before returning to his roost, settling down comfortably. Iona had immediately been accepted into the circle of acceptable acquaintances for Alysanne to associate herself with - fond stories and memories of the other mare having been present between them even before he had met the darker twin.

Alysanne waited for her it as Iona came to a stop - knowing that a question was coming. The mirth in her green eyes faded away when it came, a frown forming as she gave her sister’s question the thought it deserved. “Honestly? I don’t even know.” She answered first, the words just a whisper before she straightened up - trying to sort out the thoughts in her mind. Because she knew that letting them fester there would be more problematic than talking them out with someone she loved and trusted.

“Better - I think - about what we talked about last time…” Alysanne no longer felt like she was fracturing. But she had not exactly had much time to pause and think about that lately - she couldn’t even remember the last time she was angry. It had probably been while they were at the meeting, right before bombs had started to drop about promotions and everything else that followed. “I got a lecture awfully similar to the one you gave me from a couple of my close friends… so I guess you’re not quite as crazy as I thought.” Her teasing smile was half-hearted, but it showed up all the same as she looked to her twin before the expression faded.

“I just… this is huge. And it feels… right?” She watched Iona for her reaction to that statement, wondering if that made her sound ridiculous or conceited but it did feel right sometimes, when the doubts weren’t clouding her mind too much. From this position she could help the Edge the most, she was Tembovu’s partner and that meant she had the power to add input wherever she could and, hopefully, stop some of his shenanigans before they started. “Do you think I can do this? Be queen?” As strong as their bond was, Alysanne believed Iona would tell her the truth - no matter whether it hurt or not.