The Queen has arrived

He would hear the call from quite a ways away; moving off at a resolute trot the go and inspect the feminine tones that had so desperately cried for attention. Lured perhaps, merely by the gender of the lady that had chosen to request company, encouraged by the potential of adding yet another fertile banshee to his booming numbers. However as he would glide the rocky premises with seamless brilliance, something oddly familiar would begin to tickle in the back of his throat. It would take him quite some time to reach the peaks of the inclination, ruby gaze falling upon the russet bodice of a babe that bore immediate allure; however she were so familiar it cause him to cease upon the iron paths, nostrils quivering as he tried to gravely to confirm the girls identity. His immediate thoughts would be no less than a swoop at Shaari, the mother of Taurig (he held back a jaw-clench of distaste) whom he had re-inseminated barely 14 months ago upon the collection of his once-was-son. Ahah! Could it be? Eagerly he would saunter towards her, lips parting amidst the formation of a smirk as he would call ahead, ?You do look so oddly familiar, little auburn.?