No one cares unless you're sick or dying
07-06-2014, 11:30 PM
Athena padded through the ever-snowy landscape of her kingdom, pondering bits and pieces of information. It felt like finally things were beginning to settle into place, but at the same time she wondered if it was anything more than an illusion. A few alliances had been set up, ranks had been given out and stated, she knew who was actually around now. And yet the challenge had made her wonder if anyone would ever take her seriously in this position. She wondered if she would ever get out of Isardis's shadow. The all too familiar scent of her brother and mate caught her attention and without really making a conscious decision to do so she turned and headed toward him. He made her more sure of herself and at this moment she craved that reassurance. She spotted his white and slate blue form and she made a beeline toward him, pressing her side to his and leaning into him. "My King," she said softly, placing a kiss on his cheek. She rested her head on the side of his neck, going on to say, "I need to do something. Something to make them believe that I can do this. I know I can and I know you trust in me, but all they see is that I am not our father." Speech Thought |
