[AW] hangin next to you [meeting]

[Thaleia]

Thaleia THE OCEAN IS CALLING AND I MUST GO Several days had passed and the sea still sang its sweet sweet song to her. Painfully unable to answer the call that sang to a deep part of her heart, her soul, her very being.. she stayed, albeit reluctantly. A mermaid cursed to land with legs instead of fins. She had no knowledge of the whereabouts of her crew, or her lover; nothing that could soothe the ache that ripped her raw and bleeding behind closed doors. For now, she had found solace in a castle bordering the ocean blue; finding herself in another court, another kingdom. Another hierarchy, and one she did not know well. She was no stranger to monarchy, gods and goddesses, and thrones with their heavy crowns. The only daughter to a kingdom that ruled the seas, she was their Blue princess; beloved. Cursed. She, who rose from the ocean, nearly drowned, and became the now-lost Takarian queen. Lady to the Pirate Lord; who, for all she knew, was trapped beneath the sea. Her heart smoldered and burned with a desire brighter than the flames of emerald fire that had torn apart her ship; she had to know. Somehow, someway.. and maybe, just maybe, the kingdom that called this castle home could help her. A foreign queen in a foreign queen's land. Sleep did little for her now; instead, she found herself waking in the mere moments before sunrise since she had arrived on the shores of the Unknown Sea. The crispness of autumn was sharp, the dewy morning chilly and running cold fingers along her dappled, blue-steel skin. She could hear the call of seagulls, despite the distance from sea from where she slept; a nook in the shadow of the Keep, as close to the ocean as she could reach without leaving the safety of the city's walls.  Like all ocean fae, Thaleia could swear that she still heard the lovely sounds of waves crashing onto the steep, unmoving cliff face; the lapping of water against soft sand; and the musical, bell-like tune that was her patron goddess, Calypso, singing to her to come home. To her true home. But there was another call that rattled the stones of the city instead, her long, fae ears flickering to catch the noise. She lifted her crown from the steps that had been her pillow for the night, as she waited and listened. Yes..  it was unmistakable. A leader's call, a wolf howling for their pack. Thaleia, who now fell into that order. A princess, a queen herself, now under that of another royal that she had yet to meet. The blue fae heaved herself to stand then, as the sun began to peak over the horizon, slowly ascending across the sky as the moon waned. Warmth teased the coolness of autumn from her dapples where the sun kissed her as she moved towards the castle. She travels through   the mist like a wraith, quiet and unreadable, her hooves softly beating against the stone. Until at last, she emerges in a great hall, similar to the room where her Queen Mother ruled her court with a fist made of iron and pearls. Her pupil-less gaze of molten silver lands on a woman of painted galaxies and stars; a lone wolf woven into flesh and bone. For although Thaleia sticks to the edges of the room's shadows, unsure of herself and her place, she can already note the air of regality from the woman. Most certainly, she would guess, her new queen. Her gaze hesitates and blinks to take in the others gathered in the hall. She sees all and nothing; noticing the warm bodies huddled here, and the very few who deem themselves worthy to speak to the alpha who stood before them. With half a heart to leave, Thaleia nearly turns to melt back into the fog she had emerged from, when her eyes of silver land on a familiar face. He, a knight scarred, who pulled her from the clutches of the angry sea. Heat rises to her cheeks, her heart thundering, suddenly anxious. She steps closer to the man of rose-touched grey, her crown falling in a respectful dip. "I remember you." @rannveig @diarmuid mentioned ♡ directly speaks to @diarmuid! "Leia speech."