Fickle Women

N/A · 10-29-2014, 02:20 PM

It was indeed Cataleya. A Queen she hadn't seen or heard of nor from in a long while. She spoke, and a slight chuckle left her. "I may reside in the North, but I do prefer the warmer climates of the South." She shrugged, explaining her travels easily. Anyone who knew her distaste of snow- would understand why she rather enjoyed traveling in the south. She really didn't know what to say to the other queen, and noted with a polite smile the distance that she closed slightly. Roman reclined to her haunches, and searched for a topic to talk about. She took a slight breath and spoke about the curious thing she scented- a pack. "Have you reclaimed your throne, Cataleya?" She asked curiously. "I haven't really been in-tune with the politics of Alacritis." Politely, she waited for a reply. To her the silence wasn't exactly uncomfortable to her at least, but she supposed if they were to be in each others company- they may as well chat.

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