Haunted Wood Scarlet king

Maia. She had a face Eset wanted to trust, a rare and open sincerity. Against the deep willow grooves did the coy rest then, slowly permitting herself to become more affable than guarded.

“Brecheliant,” she echoes in recognition, “your kingdom is amiable with my own; Akashingo upon the mesa. Many of us from both palaces have left to attend the pack hunt. But one of our own has gone missing, and–”

“Well. I’ve been rather terrible to him,” frowning, her eyes finding blurry focus upon their paws. It is the first lamentation of its kind shared, and strange to find confidence in a near stranger. But those silver eyes glimmered with a familiar affection– something maternal.

“You are kind to offer, Lady Maia. I am indebted to you.”