The Fire Princess waltzed out of her home without a second thought when she noticed the string connected to her chest. She knew what it was, and she couldn't say she was excited. Men were mostly pigs, the only she could trust were in Dawnshire. That was what she was raised to know, not knowing why but believing it when she saw the pain in her mothers eyes. So when the little flame noticed it went out of bounds, she knew it was not going to be a good match. Her flames worn on her nape and back blazed violently at the thoughts of the war, Dawnshire had lost some souls that the little lass would never have been able to know. Her own family had perished. All at the hands of the Ice King, his Mist Queen of Tarben, the fallen Storm Queen of Nightingale, and the Fire Queen of Sindri. That was who was to blame.
She knew too much of the politics in the realm, that way she knew who to trust. Should she ever find herself in a predicament where she needed help and Dawnshire was unreachable, Amberbjorne was just across the field, and Hawthorne across the river - Both her family. Now they also had Nightingale to back them, with their new Fire King and his Monokeros Queen. It was interesting to her how they seemed like a similar match to her parents, both possessing the same bloodlines. Esmae was to thank for that link to Nightingale. She was the sister of King Cato and his sister, the Beta Hecate. Her eyes rested on the pink flowers of the Elder Tree as she moved closer into the field.
Whatever was waiting for her at the end of the string attached to her chest, she was ready to face. The blaze on her nape and back was only fueled by her anger, crackling and hissing. She sat just aways in front of the tree, finding little comfort in anything about this situation. Surely she wanted to meet whoever this was, but at what cost? She was a teenager, and this was dangerous with the brush of war not far enough past the packs. Should it be an enemy pack, she was ready to fight whoever it was with her life. She was the Betas children after all. Combat training was something that drove her with excitement.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"BUT NOW I LIVE FOR SOMETHING MORE!"
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