Loneliness is something that Katniss had never enjoyed. She had always preferred to be in the company of others, but she also understood that there were times when they should be off to oneself in order to think and reflect. She knows all too well the stresses that queendom requires of an individual, so it is no surprising that Moira seems a little stressed. It’s only an observation, but one she’s seen before…she’s felt before. She’s been the queen who had no answers. It’s not a fun place to be in, but perhaps she could be of assistance to her. After all, it was in the middle of the night and they had managed to find each other along a beaten path. Something had pulled them to this moment. Perhaps they should take advantage of it.
She looks to Moira and then to the young mare that joins them as well. She can tell the other is young, the way her skin is flawless and her height still maturing. She feels out of place amongst these women who have been born with wings. What would come if her life if she had been given the same blessing? Would her defeats in battle have been predicted? Would she have been better able to sneak up on her enemies? The possibilities were endless and yet, she was happy with what she had been born with. It had taken many years for her to mature to the mare she was today, but she did not regret the genetics that made up her rather plain appearance.
Moira addresses the newcomer, and Katniss nods to the other as her steps bring her closer to the others. “Indeed, welcome.” She offers a friendly smile to the other, a smile that is welcoming and open. She is a kind mare, showering the other with kindness and love, even if she did not know her personally. “…and I am Katniss.” She supposes the other will forget her name as she will forget the plainness of her appearance. But it does not bother her.
Eyes look around her, wondering if Finnick will awake form his sleep and realizes his bonded is not at home. Perhaps it was for the better that he was home protecting Metaphor. After all, that stallion meant so much to her. She could never forgive herself should something happen to him.
Thoughts turn back to the others. “It must be fate that we were all drawn here when we should all be sleeping and dreaming of peace.” She doesn’t yet understand why she had been drawn to this very place, or why they had been drawn here as well. All she knew was that they were all here. Even if they didn’t understand either, perhaps they could work through it together. If anything, it would offer them a moment to get to know one another. After all, they were practically family now.
@Moira @Ianthe
