@eochair semi-plotted starter.
late in spring, the scent of fresh flowers and fruits would become nearly dizzying in the gardens of cintra. the trees and hedges providing shade from the strong rays of the post-midday sun, as the queen revived the swing with a kick of her foot, emerald green eyes carefully watching over the children playing, as they ran up and down hills, screaming with joy, hair full of flower pollen and tiny branches. amongst them - her granddaughter, and she could already imagine herself in the evening, attempting to remove all of the debris from the ashen-grey locks, with the little girl impatiently wriggling in her chair.
the blissful thoughts were interrupted, however, when something akin to a thunder sounded from the forest somewhere behind her back. thin eyebrows narrowed - the sky was clear, no cloud in sight. she rose from the bench, looking towards her handmaids. “ stay put, watch the children. “ she ordered and then slowly went towards the forest. such a sound could only mean one thing - magic, of some sort. and so perhaps it was foolish of the lioness to investigate all on her own, but fear was rarely an emotion she would feel, yet alone succumb to.
a plait of bright hair caught her glance, and she froze where she stood, head raised high, voice cold and authorative, tone this belonging to a queen. “ who’s there? show yourself. “
