The White Queen-A couple days of traveling to Iceberg.-
Saraphina was riding upon the back of her trusty winter polar bear, Týr. His white coat had some pink stains to it as he had torn through some people on his path towards his masters home. The white queen also knew that her sweet polar bear needed to eat too, so it was a great deal for her to sacrifice some time for. Her twin sepheram servants, Nadaline and Bertrand, were flying above the queen to keep up with the polar bear's speed. She was getting closer to the tribe of the Snow Moon, where her parents were supposedly last seen and attacked before they were kidnapped. She needed to see the destruction for herself.
She was wearing a white mesh sleeveless halter see through sheath dress that had a small hidden corset under the bust and frills and gold decorations around the corset portion. There were sleeves on her biceps being held by bicep cuffs, and on her hips were gold chains that accuented her curves rather well. Her hair was being held back out of her face by a gold tinted headband with a gold star on the top right side of it. The whole look gave her a goddess air about her, but right now she thought of herself as a queen.
The White Queen of Errings Rising.
She didn’t care what happened to other people, but her guild, people who live in Hostia, and her parents were the only ones she cared about. She was seeing basically red in the white wasteland as she traveled. Instead of going into the village of the Snow Moon tribe, she veered around it. She was looking for proof of her parents' caravan. There had to be proof that they were attacked. She needed to see with her own eyes.“Your highness!”
Nadaline says above the queen as she points towards the west. Sara glances over and sees a familiar flag to a caravan she used to live in. It was torn though, not like her memories.
The white queen felt panic drop within her as she steered her polar bear towards the caravan site. As soon as they reached it, she quickly slid herself off of her bear and was in a bit of shock at the sight before her. The campsite that the caravan was at, was trashed! It was cold and grey, as if this had sat a while. She quickly ran into the caravan, seeing the whole place tossed.
Tears brimmed the queen's eyes as she gripped the door frame of the caravan. “Mama! Papa!”
She cries out as she starts to slide down the door frame to sit on her legs on the floor. She only cried for a moment though as her purplish pink eyes looked up and saw one of the books her papa used to read to her. She gripped the door frame once again, and pulled herself up. “Týr… smell the scents here. We’re going to find my parents.”
She growls as she whipped herself around and starts stomping towards the village that was a distance away. She held her head up as she had her hands gripped in fists.
Nadaline and Bertrand both had landed behind the queen, walking behind her like the good servants they trained to be for their queen by her late head maid, Sanguine. They flanked both her right and left sides, heads held just as high to show that they weren’t pushovers as well, and that they would look down on anyone that would dare harm their queen, or talk bad about her. Though, they felt in this case, it was a moral boost to their queen to help her with her resolve.
@tagged || 625 words || 1040 total words || Job Link || Job ApprovalSaraphina #9966ffNadaline #ff66ff
& Bertrand #0066ff
go find parents after getting letter from iceberg from a 'passing tribesperson'. Parents in trouble after a tribe captured them and demanded reparations for sara’s past doings. (myths doings)