TALK THE TALK

*Raisa* · 02-24-2014, 02:30 PM

The sun had set, and quiet had fallen over her lands. Like a proud mother at the end of a hard days work, Raisa sat in her den, simply listening to the sound of peace. Summer crickets sang their songs, and the wind rustled the grasses and low shrubs. Below her boulder den it was pleasantly cool, and damp. She had nearly drifted into slumber when a hushed voice floated down and in. Instantly alert, Raisa gave a little start. She yawned and shook herself a bit, trying to force wakefulness upon her deviant mind. Fugue, it would seem, had need of her. Her first reaction was, of course, to be cross with the man, but she forced it down. He was sensible, with a good head on his shoulders, and Raisa knew he would not bother her if it were not important. "Mmm, sure Fugue, one moment." She stretched beneath the earth, priming her muscles for movement, before wiggling her way out to the surface world. The moon had painted her land silver, and it struck her that she rather liked the look of it. The queen turned her luminescent gaze to the man and quirked an eyebrow by way of question.

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