Release

It almost felt wrong handing her position to her parents do quickly after their arrival. She felt as though she had failed the divine, that she couldn't be strong enough for them. Like Novel and Dutiron's time and effort of training her had been for nothing. She wished she could assure them that she was very much thankful for everything they did for her. Some of Novel's decisions had been poor but she knew she could have never gotten so far without their training. Her tongue was tied however, as she awaited her father's response. She could only guess what he was thinking, what her mother was thinking. She has not expected such a quick response from the monarch. Her head would bow respectfully in front of them, suddenly humbled at her father's words. So easily would they accept such a role, and all she had to do was ask them. She wouldn't realize the massive weight that had rested upon her shoulders until it would be transferred.?

Her head would suddenly become very light, and her paws would lose their grip upon the den's floor. Losing her vision to a cloud of white her form would slump, falling into Dutiron's paws. Consciousness leaving her.?