Cordelia
you are a vast forest
full of beautiful and vibrant stories
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here are whispers that a new king has taken the throne. So many whispers and stories. Rumors of a strange man who wields his blades as proudly as he wields his scar. Somewhere in all of this is the hum about Solis and his actions or inactions. All of this is just noise to Cordelia. She has never truly cared about power, and so these rumors hold no weight for her. All that she cares about is introducing herself to a fellow warrior. Someone who loves blades as much as she does. Someone, she may be able to reminisce about the old days with. It is not long before the small woman spots a crowd of people, and hears a booming voice calling out into the crowd. They are promises, and she can nearly taste the iron in his words. The way he speaks about Solterra, and the world he comes from is familiar to her. Cordelia finds herself smiling slightly up towards him. He is proud and passionate and all the things a King should be. Or so she thinks. The tiny woman spots the semi-familiar duo she met at the portals long ago. Her golden limbs carry her up toward the newly crowned King. The cloak draped around her shoulders floats gently in the desert breeze. "Are we to call you just king, Deary? Surely the king of Solterra ought to have a name?" She teases the man as though they are old friends. To Cordelia, they are. This is the way she treats everyone. Her nose wrinkles as she giggles gently. Cordelia wears a crown too, but hers is an aesthetic choice. She has no power, and offers only love and baked goods to all who visit her tea shop.
"I'm Cordelia, an old adventurer who runs a tea shop here. Please stop by some time and maybe we can share our stories and reminisce together? Congratulations, Deary." She winks to the King before settling her small bodice down in the front of the crowd so that she might hear and see everything she can.
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