faemoria:
❛ Colour me ever-flattered ; You always spoil me , คนดีราชินี ~ ♫ ❜
“A’course, a’course. Anything fa my girls, y’know. A Queen deserves spoiling, yeah?”
Oh, that name is like music to her ears. It’s lovely. She speaks in her own native tongue for a moment, a sound that’s not word-like, but more like the tinkering of a bell, or perhaps the call of a whale. Distant, but soothing - unless one’s afraid of things that reside deep within the dark sea. The sound’s affectionate for certain, something akin to my lovely one hidden deep within those long trills of hers.










