maybe I'm just blind (sort of festival-y)

When the queen assured her there would be no way she could help, the behemoth would give a nod of her enormous crown, smiling softly when the queen called her 'friend'. It had been some time since someone had called her friend, usually it had been princess, or just Sigyn, only polite titles and respectful names. It felt unexpectedly nice to know that the queen thought enough of her to call her friend. When the granite pelted regent turned to her and surveyed her quizzically, cornflower gaze would hold the silver and gold flecked pools of her superior. A question was posed, and she chuckled, the sound like distant rumbles of thunder. She shrugged her broad shoulders, looking out upon the throngs of wolves and pondering a response. Why wasn't she out there? There could be plenty of opportunity for camaraderie, but it didn't hold as much appeal for her as it should. In the back of her mind, the obvious answer was there, but the caramel giant refused to believe she was nostalgic and longing for her family. Why should she miss them? They had disowned her for rejected her inadequate betrothal, and the fact that she would have to play second fiddle to an unworthy man. She sighed, great head swinging around to rest her cobalt orbs upon the visage of her queen.
A short huff would shudder through her lungs, and her brow would furrow. "I would have to say that there is not as much appeal for me to be among the people as I should hope. My mind roams back home when I am among them, and I do not wish to think of home." She hummed, lip curling in disdain as she mentioned the truth. Well, if there was anyone here she could trust, it was her queen, right? With another small shrug, she looked out across the domain that was now in her protection. "What reasons bid you sit here on the outskirts, drottning? Surely something out there holds appeal to you? Even a simple conversation with those who visit us? They could be interesting, my liege." She inquired softly, raising an eyebrow and letting her onyx lips twitch into a small smile. It was not something the golden woman enjoyed seeing, her queen in poor spirits.
OOC: Short, crap post. Sorry!

"Speech"
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