Royalty of God's and Civil's

Familiarity, she thought, was long gone by now. Having ventured further south, Aldegund eventually landed herself in a place with something long missed. Grapevines. Though, they were just the withered skeletal structures due to it being the lean season, she knew them nonetheless. "Τόσα πολλά!" (So many!) Much like a child struggling in a candy store, her eyes were elated with adoration and her mere body language cast exuberance. With a bounce in her trot, she certainly held no qualms with this lands exploration, none at all. "Ω, υπέροχη μέρα πράγματι." (Oh, wonderful day.) Merriment sprung from her tones as if she were once more in the throws of pup-hood.

She'd never seen such strong grips from the vines. Why was nature so unrelenting in these lands? Perhaps the soil had something in it? Was that it? Glancing down at the ground she noticed nothing more grew from the earth. Just these vines that held themselves deep. Now that she thought of it, wasn't it also day time? Raising her gaze, she indeed did see some light peaking through, but not much by any account. These lands were just odd. Not in a horrible way of course, but certainly not "normal". In these lands, she was starting to look like an oddity. Though that was nothing new seeing as she was an oddity back in her homelands as well. However, she was on the less unique side as she was coming to find with each new encounter. What was it about these lands that caused such traits to emerge?

Bending her back legs, her haunches came to rest on the ground as she inspected the place. Thinking to herself in deafening silence and mulling over everything. Odd markings and additional ligaments, it was somewhat comforting. Looking to her pendant she gentle spoke to herself, if brows were there they would've been furrowed in deep consideration. "Αν θα ήταν παράξενο τότε τι γίνεται με τους λύκους εδώ; Θα θεωρούνται αίσχη; Μητέρα, αυτό είναι τι επιθυμούσε από μένα να μάθουν..." (If I was strange then what of the wolves here? Would they have been considered abominations? Mother, is this what you wished of me to learn..) Concentrating on the scorpion encased in amber, her mind would refuse the pause of thought. In result gifting her a slight headache.

Watching in silence "My throat halts" But my actions never falter