The obsidian woman still craved royalty and a high throne, but she had pushed those thoughts to be her second priority. The first one was being loyal, because friends and family was a good place to start.
The shadowed temptress would move her slender body towards the Waterfall Peak, the girl residing here for some company. She had changed her sick ways before coming back to Ala, sliding in between both good and evil, taking the neutral side of things. She had recently ran into the familiar face of Salamander, the two having a good and happy reunion. She briefly remembered another pale gray man with dark tones on his fur. He had unforgettable red and blue eyes and a determined attitude. His name was Quelt, and Mariposa was surprised she even remembered his name that quickly. She would reach the Waterfall peak and take a deep breath, a familiar scent lingering in the wind. "Quelt?" She would call out almost hesitantly, topaz eyes scanning around her surrounding area, obsidian ears flicking around as she hished herself and listened for a possible response.
