she wasn't looking for a knight
she was looking for a sword
It seems like the entire world is falling apart around them, and there is nothing she can do, in all of her mortal power, to stop it. Terrastella is under attack by driving rains and deluging floods, and even when the storms die out for afternoons and stolen moments, there is still the axe hanging above their necks -- they count their wounded, count their dead, and carry on with baited breath before the next storm falls.
She has heard whispers of Florentine’s condition, of the massive creature and the red-haired man that had struck her from the sky, but this is the first time she has seen their monarch face-to-face. The moment is bittersweet, the handing of the crown over to Asterion, and her pale lavender eyes find the freshly-crowned king with a sort of steely regard that the recent events have drilled into her.
“Long live the king,” She echoes the crowd with a dip of her head, her mane plastered against her neck and she wonders --
Will this time of turmoil never end?
She has heard whispers of Florentine’s condition, of the massive creature and the red-haired man that had struck her from the sky, but this is the first time she has seen their monarch face-to-face. The moment is bittersweet, the handing of the crown over to Asterion, and her pale lavender eyes find the freshly-crowned king with a sort of steely regard that the recent events have drilled into her.
“Long live the king,” She echoes the crowd with a dip of her head, her mane plastered against her neck and she wonders --
Will this time of turmoil never end?
she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
