Hoshor Plains You Should See me In a Crown

she roamed, searching without knowing what, exactly, she might be searching for. more than once did her thoughts flicker toward the queen on the mountain. she cut an intimidating figure, fierce yet disciplined. from here, she could learn, grow. despite her power, and renown, being at the top of the Nightwalker's had stalled her constant attempts at betterment, perhaps, she reasoned, because there had been nowhere higher to go. the blame for that circumstance fell onto her alone; she had killed her mentor, after all. 

she is lot alone in her roaming much longer; the dark outline of another, female, becomes apparent. ears sweep toward the woman, and the warlord pauses her gaze follows the stranger. she offers no greeting (the woman seems engaged in something; a hunt, perhaps) but instead waits to be noticed, or ignored.