O'er the fields we go
@hatariqueen
Living in Daein all her life Micaiah had become quite adept at anticipating cold fronts, but her first snowfall at Garreg Mach took her by surprise.
(She had spent two springs there – two of the same springs – after all).
It was a lovely surprise made only better by the fact her dear friend Nailah of Hatari had recently joined the Academy. Micaiah owed the Wolf Queen much for as ardently as she believed in her Brigade she knew their struggle against Begnion would have dragged on further were it not for Nailah and her people’s support; Micaiah admired her greatly and she and her husband Rafiel were some of the first laguz friends Micaiah had made and surely played a great role in accepting that part of herself.
She was the type of queen Micaiah aspired to be, but for now they were both merely visitors to Fodlan and so she saw no reason why they might not enjoy themselves without responsibility for once.
“Milday! Nailah!” Micaiah called, gloved hands cupping her mouth so the other would hear her across the court yard. “It’s over here! The sled I mentioned.”
She gestured to it proudly once Nailah had made her way over. Micaiah had asked for it to be crafted in town and though it had been a rush job she was quite pleased with it. She cannot help but remember being so terribly jealous of the children in Nevassa who played with them during the harsh winters she spent foraging and of all things the nostalgia now brings a smile to her face.
“You probably have similar vehicles for getting over the sand,” Micaiah mused, “but this is more for recreation! If we take it up to the hill over there we should be able slide quite a way across the courtyard.”
