Razorback Ridge dissonance.

Once again the Empress was out onto the ridge. The ridge was quickly becoming a quiet place to think and gather her thoughts, away from everyone and no longer needing to put on a certain face in the crowd. Here she could rest and ponder on both pleasant and unpleasant thoughts. Today she sought out some herbs to try and calm her stomach, to ease nausea that gnawed at her innards relentlessly. Perhaps it was the guilt that continuously reminded her of what could have been.

While walking along the pass over, she enjoyed the breathtaking view as per usual, that was until a frightening looking man stole her attention away. He was large and non-too-friendly looking. Even if her gut told her to leave him be, the appearance of the man was beyond that of just not friendly, but possibly, maybe, needing some assistance. Swallowing several times and hoping that gnawing feeling was just what has been causing her to vomit almost every morning now, she offered a sway of her tail and a slight dip of her head. Good morning. The view is quite lovely from up here, no?