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*Sendoa* · 12-11-2013, 09:25 PM

The Queen had risen early that morn, intent upon gathering a few of the herbs that had been pointed out to her. Several of them, she had learned, were helpful in remedying morning sickness - which she was heavily prone to whilst pregnant with his children. As much as part of her wanted to blame him for the scarring on her cheek, for the constant agony she was in, she knew that she could not. She had wanted this as much as he, even more, in fact. A sigh fell from her lips as a call rang out, it seemed the job of a Queen was never through. Sendoa certainly didn't envy how long Isardis had been King, nor did she envy his popularity among the empire. It seemed, however, that she was growing more and more popular by the day, as calls continued to ring out for simple meet-and-greets. She hadn't anticipated the attention, but she didn't particularly dislike it either.

She would circle toward the den, having just gone for a drink before gathering the herbs, knowing that the caller was nearby - and had evidently sought her out rather thoroughly. The Queen would dip her sapphire crown to the lady, recognizing her as a child of Isardis - though which one she had no clue. ?Hello,? she would greet the youth. Her weight had increased in the last week, and it was becoming clearly evident that she was with child. Soon enough she would be swollen and massive. Tail curled around her hips as she rocked onto her haunches, feeling as if this was yet another 'get to know you' meeting she had been called to. ?Sendoa Armada.?
She would recite her name aloud, for the woman's record. Ceremony would dictate that the girl state her own name, but if not freely given, Sendoa would certainly ask for it.

?speech,?

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