Sea Lion Shores calling the inquisition

for @Orochi & @Valyri

This time, she allows her queen to lead the way as they inspect the areas surrounding their chosen home. It'd been her idea to press further ahead, but she hadn't felt comfortable doing so without the High Priestess, knowing she is her shield against the world. For awhile, she's content to discreetly watch the sway of the warden-queens hips as she walks, ears tilting in all directions as she listens for any sign of nearby life.
What she hears is distant, hardly worth any concern — yet she eventually grows restless all the same. By your leave, Your Grace, She murmurs playfully as she speeds up to pass Valyri, making private mockery of the custom she follows in the presence of others. The culture of royalty has always amused her, and though she takes it quite seriously when her queen's reputation is at stake, she always finds herself falling back into old habits when they're alone. She savors the freedom, knowing it won't last; soon there will be others, followers who will need the image of a queen to inspire them; Nefris must take care to play her own part well, small as it is. No snark, no m'ladys, no fun. Just work and fancy words. She snorts as she presses further ahead, glancing back toward Valyri's shrinking figure before her nose dips toward the ground.