The weather had been improving little by little, the snowfall becoming more scarce and the layer of snow upon the earth thinning from a blanket to a sheet. Despite this preferable turn of events, however, the winds remained so frigid that Llewelyn felt they would have to be sentient to be so cruelly cold. Nestling into the luxurious warmth provided by her adored emerald cloak, the mare allowed a demure smile to toy with her soft lips as she stepped further into the snowy meadows that surrounded the Deluminian Citadel proper.
Not that she would readily admit it, for fear of being rumored as a wanton or a wildling, but the mare enjoyed the outdoors when they were deprived of others; it made nature seem more pure, more mysterious, and Llewelyn admired the timeless confidence with which the universe regarded itself. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t appreciate the company of her peers and betters — indeed, the maiden resented most of them, but craved the sensation of society all the same. It wasn’t entirely their fault that the masses tended to be made up of doddering, uncivilized idiots, she supposed.
That lack of fault still wouldn’t prevent her from resenting them, however.
Lost in her reverie, the mare found she had wandered behind the citadel, further to the west than was normal for her route, when the sound of a juvenile voice broke the silence. Blinking her surprise away, the Lady arched a brow and scanned the pearly white horizon for the source and found the little Prince prancing about. He walked alongside the Rapax, fox familiar at his side, and looked absolutely abashed — at what, Llewelyn couldn’t guess, until the reluctant sound of his voice floated over the small distance between them.
”But we can’t go too far.”
Flicking her leonine tail in a small show of amusement, Llewelyn continued onward, her gait a quick and graceful walk that couldn’t quite be counted as a trot. As she neared, golden eyes flicked over the burnished form of the fox, then assessed the mocha stained colt. He would grow up to be strong and shapely, the perfect mix of his mother and father and as a fine of prince as any the kingdoms could ask for. Already, she had heard, the youth displayed kindness and was lauded among the servants for his cheeky charm.
Slowing to match his pace, the maiden glanced down, affecting her best imperious-and-dowdy-matroness expression, “I cannot imagine one can go too far within his own kingdom, Little Prince. Have the Sovereign and his Lady given you leave to see your birthright?”
@Regis <3
