She was still a strange here. A grain of sand carried from familiar deserts to strange beaches, surrounded by countless others who were somehow both vastly different and exactly the same as what she'd known all in the same moment. In the desert they had no gods or goddesses. In the desert they worshiped only to the whims of world around them. They didn't believe there was some great deity controlling the winds and the infrequent rains, it was merely the impulses of fate that determined if they'd have water to drink or grass to graze. That and their own ingenuity of course.
How did a stranger come to find herself amongst such a sacred festival, emerald eyes resting upon what would have to have been an actor of great importance? Have you ever had that nagging feeling that pulled at your consciousness, edging you in one direction ever so slightly for seemingly no reason at all? Be it intuition, or simply the draw of others in a thirst for companionship, or anything else you might call it, it was that feeling that had lead Regina to wander towards the courtyard.
She could see the gathering long before she could comprehend what it was. Black frame lingering along the sidelines to take in the picture presented before her. If she had chosen this to be her home, than that would make the others gathered there her herd wouldn't it? Some might say her family? She entertained the thought at the back of her mind as she slowly made her way closer, eyes finally being drawn towards the statue and the two guards flanking it.
"Hmm..." She wondered aloud as she began to approach the effigy. As she began to grow closer she realized she wasn't the only on approaching, or rather she appeared to be intruding upon some sort of pray by another mare. She tilted her head to the side as she noticed the offering being given. Quickly it was confirmed that this statue must represent someone of great importance, but the question was who was it?
Never one hold personal space in great regard Regina approached the other woman as she stood there muttering her request to save... someone. Space closed between them until she was all but touching the other women. Probably much too close for comfort, but she would need to be close if she wanted to ask what she was doing without the guards hearing her. Somehow she felt they would disapprove of her being there given her lack of knowledge. In a voice no louder than a whisper she shook her head up towards the visage of Vespera. "Psst... who's that?" It seemed if she was going to be crashing a festival in her honor, she might as well know who they were praying to.
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