Katniss does not sleep with the others locked away in houses with beds. She feels strange with all these worldly goods. She’s so used to sleeping underneath the stars and listening to the bug chirp throughout the night. It is as if their music is soothing to her. She prefers it. Perhaps that is why she wanders the Night Markets. Perhaps she is restless because this is something she is not used to. Perhaps, even, she is restless because of the unknown. Whatever the reason, there is uneasiness in her soul tonight and she finds that the constant moving of her feet on patrol seems to keep her thoughts at bay.
It is the sound of hoof beats that catches her attention. She can hear Isra approach before she can actually see the queen. It is now that her eyes look upward to already see the rising of the sun. How long had she been wandering here? Had she truly lost track of time all night?
She hears her name upon the wind and she looks towards her left to see the figure of Isra stepping closer to her. She pausing her walking (more like pacing at this point) and turns to face the queen to give the mare her full attention. She is still cautious of the queen, unsure of her intentions. She supposed she has followed worse leaders. At least Isra appears to have the thought to make decisions based on her court’s needs. Perhaps she would prove herself to be a good and prudent queen.
As the mare asks her how she has been, she offers the other a smile. While her body might stand taller than the other, she tries her best to keep their eyes level so not to appear as though she is talking down to the other. “Isra…” Her voice is a soft, soothing tone and she wants nothing more than to make the queen feel at ease. She is here to serve and she hopes that her new queen will see that in time. “I am well…as well as can be expected in a new place.” Her heart still aches for Metaphor and she finds a sort of yearning to talk to Asterion again. She finds his company pleasant and there is a part of her that desires companionship in the form of friendship. She has to admit she has not met many others yet.
Her eyes hold steady, searching Isra for nothing in particular. Perhaps she should not let the mare’s title bother her so. It was hard adjusting from being queen to being just another member of society. Perhaps she needs to stop thinking it as such. Perhaps she should just start seeing Isra as a friend. “…and you? How have you faired since our last meeting?” She pauses a moment before continuing. “I did not mean to appear with false intentions that evening.” Katniss had only meant to come and offer aid. Perhaps that simple desire set her apart from the others and made her appear as someone wishing ill on the Night Court. The fact that they were scared by her kindness was sad, in a sense.
@Isra
 |
