Weather the Storm or let it Rage

The robin had started chirruping about an hour after her arrival, confused by the sudden light source. No doubt it was among those birds that would soon begin its long flight south to warmer regions, until the seasons turned and Spring came again.

She was tuning the little creature out, not unsympathetically—it wasn’t the bird’s fault she glowed like a drop of moonlight. However, heavy paw-steps brought sapphire and sky-blue eyes open to find the young mand standing gawp-mouthed in front of her, staring as if he’d seen a ghost. Fitting, she supposed, given her status’ title.

Patiently, she waited for him to say or do something, but as the silence drew on, save for the blithe chirrup-chirrip of the robin, she lifted her head and tilted it, firmly wrapping a tight cord of control around her emotions and letting the mask slip into place.

“Can I help you?”

Her accent was deeply similar to her father’s, but with a warm femininity Regulus certainly didn’t possess as she studied the male. Her father had described the encounter thoroughly, letting no detail escape, and as she studied the man, she felt some pieces click into place, triggering a possible recognition of who might be in front of her, but didn’t allude to the mental contemplations as she rose to sit, a Queen in all her magnificence, regardless of a water-plastered coat.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think