Inner Storms [Harbingr]

As Harbringr led the way, ‘Rielle flowed after the Ashen male, tail held loosely behind her, flowing on the light breeze, and her gradated eyes glinted as she surveyed the land around them, mentally noting the various plants that might have good properties she could speak to Paladin about. Was that cinnamon?

Her acquaintance’s question brought her head around to settle those eyes on his, and for a moment, they held an age-old tiredness that didn’t mesh with the youthful woman’s features. “It is not for the faint of heart, or weak of will. A great leader makes fair laws and stands firmly by them. He or she wears many masks. And family are not exempt from the laws. However much it might hurt to deal the punishments to those you love.”

She paused, thinking, then added, “I have been the leader since I became a yearling. I was supposed to rise to the station at two, but… circumstances dictated otherwise.”

Her eyes shifted to the ocean, then further to the mainland, a dark smudge in the brilliant moonlight. Then that faraway gaze turned back to her exploring partner and she posed the question with mild curiosity, “What kind of leader would you wish to be, if I’m assuming correctly and you ask with that kind of future in mind?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think