Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

Another play, another set. This one was a special occasion,  one where you were to dress in your finery because a queen was to be born. Oh it was true that the Dove did not know this play just yet, for now she had taken the crown she had taken. This was not her ceremony but it was fitting to wear it, no? 

A howl and a smile, the first Overseer's skull over her own very much alive one and she was on her way. 

She had arrived in all her beauty, feathers along her nap and skull overlaying her own. She heard the battle maiden's question and shook her head, no, not to war. His howl would have held a different tone, thos was a special occasion.  With a few swishes of her curled tail she dipped her head, she would await her king's words.