The Queen of Solithum

Venix tiled his head to the side. He’d heard of hueless, some sort of demons from beyond the world of mortals who suck souls and life and color or something like that, but never seen one.

“Where at?” It seems he was eager to get started at least. “Is it safe to have people standing by and watching while something that dangerous is running loose?”

“…they are dangerous, right?”

Cara breathed out a sigh, and remarked,

“They’re the antithesis of all life, made for the sole purpose of consuming it. Is it safe? Of course not. But these aren’t just “people” that will be joining us. They’ll be my finest knights--they’re likely going to show you up in the battle.”

“This going to be before or after you send me off to learn to be a knight?” Venix did perk up a little. After more than a month held up recovering in her palace from his wounds he was eager to get back on moving, doing things.

Besides, this sounded like a job, that was something he was familiar with.

“Did a war start while I was recovering? Where am I needed?”

“No war started, I promise,” she chuckled in response, standing up straight and shaking her head.

“Ahh,” Cara counters in a hum of understanding, “But I cannot help but wonder--who watches the watchers? You are only mortal after all--as am I. Who is there to counter us, should we falter?”

A sad smile spreads across the queen’s face then, and she folds her hands together in front of herself.

“...I cannot help but recall a young man I knew once, a long time ago.” Golden eyes flicked up to Leona’s own set, boring into the woman’s mind and very essence. “His name was Torius--and he wanted to change the world. He had the power to do it, too.” Her sad smile grew a little more bitter, as she continued,

                  An  affirmation  came  to  soothe  Leona’s  concern,  yet  pursed  lips   &   frowned  brows  were  far  from  showing  relaxation.  Despite  how  selfish  it  could  sound,  Leona’s  obligation  was  for   &   with  her  people.  This  request  was  a  mere  favor  in  comparison,  one  she  could  decline  if  considered  appropriate.  Whether  she  would  reject  the  proposal  or  not,  the  ginger  let  her  weight  rest  at  ease  against  the  seat’s  back  she  decided  to  occupy.  Little  desire  she  owned  to  sit  after  own  initial  statement,  but  rushed  decisions  meant  mistakes  that  could  not  be  committed.  ❛  A  single  woman ———  It  can  be  arranged.  For  one  to  escape  less  resources  are  needed,  you  have  now  caught  my  attention.  ❜  Right  fingers  laid  the  sword  on  her  lap,  the  opposite  palm  holding  the  Shield  in  perfect  balance  with  the  floor.  ❛  Do  explain  your  cause   &   we  will  decide  if  it’s  worth  the  sacrifice.  ❜

“...” Gripping her throne’s arms like a dragon having to rise in order to defend her horde, the queen rose up to better examine the woman before her. Sunlight, very much like her own power. Her soul surged like a star, with the power of not just her, but that of another as well. Cara’s eyes glimmered--she recognized that kind of power. Could this one see souls as well?

“Oh, have I?” Cara was being coy, but her eyes were sharp as a knife--and her smirking lips were quick to move when Leona bade her speak. “...Tell me, have you ever heard of an object called the Watching Eye?” Cara folded her hands, moving around Leona and averting her eyes from Leona’s gaze; “It’s said to be a dangerous, lidless eye that is said to bewitch all creatures that come into its sight, man or no.”

“Well you said this is something the old kings could do, wouldn’t that mean you’re in that same family?” Venix shrugged. They were getting off topic. She had asked him here to give him a task, hadn’t she?

“You were saying something about me looking caged inside?”

“...I...I suppose so, yes...” she slowly nods, “...Come to think of it, my surname literally means “oldest flame” in old draconian. Hm...” she was only snapped out of her attentions a moment later--when he started to inquire about his mission.