What Caedwyn said next made her see him in a light she’d never thought to see him in before. The confidence. The drive. The ambition. It almost shocked her. Almost, but not quite. ‘All of this will be our dominion.’ Enya loved that idea. Owning the entirety of the lands that they roamed? Yes please! She could go wherever she pleased, whenever she pleased, and not have to sneak around or ask permission or beg forgiveness or owe pounds of flesh just for wanting to exist in a certain location. She could stake out little claims of her own, a place in the north for her winter rituals, and a place in the south for some warm sun and relaxation. There would be fishing aplenty anywhere she went. She could roam as her heart desired. Her mind swam with the possibilities and her tail picked up wagging quickly behind her once more, brushing against the dry cracked soil beneath her. And, Caedwyn openly giving permission for her to strike down those who opposed them? Oh, she could just about kiss him right now! He was giving her everything she could have wanted and dreamed of, handing it to her openly right here and right now. Deciding to stay here, with him, and deciding to make a home here with him was quickly and decidedly becoming the best decision she’d made in a long, long time. Oh, her family would be so spoiled once they arrived - whenever and wherever that may be. And until then? She would be a Queen once more! Or would she? “That’s a bold claim, but one I support whole-heartedly. I’m sure Tsillah will be grateful for us directing those who oppose us to her doorstep.” She smirked alongside him, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect. “I’m just curious though… where do I fit into all of this? You asked me to join you. You proposed and conjured this whole idea and plan. I told you before that I will stand with you and that has not changed, but where exactly is it that I stand?” She wanted to be Queen, but what she wanted didn’t matter much if she was following Caedwyn’s lead on this adventure. "Speech." |
Muddy River
A wide ravine where a shallow, gentle river flows. Years of drought and silt deposits have built this area into a fertile delta. The river remains low and dry most of the year, staining its waters brown and creating muddy shores.
The Shape of Dreams