poetry in life [Heather]

Mention of the mangrove seemed to resonate with the young Queen, who twitched her ears in a thoughtful way. The ghost quirked a brow in question, wondering what this girl might know of the place where she was born. The name of her birthplace was mentioned, in a dubious tone full of question. A soft laugh would pass her lips, the corners of her eyes crinkling with a faint, wistful smile.

"It would, dear." She replied, listening intently to the story the queen told. The young royal was born in just the same place, with her own family. Surely quite some time after Lirika herself had gone. An offer was extended, in the shrouded tone in which leaders would sneak in an invitation. An offer to roam her old haunting grounds? A lesser wolf might have cried. This was truly a young leader with much to learn, but the phantom was already prepared to teach her.

Mercury gaze would traipse across the visage of the young royal. This was a small girl, who seemed earnest in her ways. This was what she had been waiting for, a sign from above. The heavens had dropped this into her paws, and she couldn't ignore the gods. Alabaster banner would sweep giddily across her heels.

"You would make an offer of that weight to someone like me?" She questioned, thick accent cradling the hint of disbelief. Not many had done the same.