There's beauty in the breakdown [Joining]

The call had come forth, breaching her light audits, pulling the Queen from the heart of her lands to the border. The voice was soft, young, surprisingly young to be alone. Long limbs would carry her soundlessly to the source, coral pools falling on a young boy. Brows would lift as she slid from the mists of her lands, stopping a few feet in front of the boy.

"What is someone so young doing out here all alone?" The silver temptress would watch the mono chromed boy. She did not know him, or even recognize him. But something had brought him to her doorstep. She had found these lands abandoned, the fading scent of a woman who had left behind her home. Haunches would lower, curling beneath her as the Monarch sat before the young boy.