I hear you screaming my name

S'alkrie would stand frigid outside of the ice kingdom, the cold seeming to take less and less effect each time it sweeps by. The two narrow ears that lay atop of her crown would flick each time a word was to be spoken directly to her. But alas the gaze would fixate once more towards the merle queen, not really knowing whether she had to explain her entire story. " No, they thought it best to be rid of me, miss." The murmur would contain no hints of distress or doubt, but rather bland as it falls of the tender tounge. After being alone for around a few days/weeks [which in S'alkries mind felt like months] she felt as though parents where simply objects that choose whether to feed and care for there whelps. Little did she know that they where supposed to show us the rights and wrongs, the knowledge of the world and how to survive.

But the wishful thinking didnt last long, and the oracle would ask a question. The babe would look between the two, thinking about the talk about war that the two where sharing. What was that? Her small tiara would tilt to the side, yet S'alkrie thought not to think much of it. " Has someone killed for you then?" the albino would think, yet not having enough time to voice her opinion as the queen swiftly made her precense moments ago. As Liberty would answer Sendoas question the girl would flick her tail across her hinds, half heartly appreciating the comment of the spectator. But what did the other have to say?