(( closed for @i-nsubordination ))

She’d been flying around and hanging out with people of other realms long enough. she couldn’t stand her old home, even though she’d tried. Aversa had tried to restart, but truth and guilt made home a hostile place.

All the same, the air of Plegia was the most familiar to her lungs, the most familiar to fly through, and the heat suited her nicely in comparison to the chills of Nohr.

If she was going to be back home, however, she should peak in on the politics. she hadn’t been interested in being involved again, but she was technically still a Plegian citizen. she should be up to date, and if they had another ruler like the past two, she’d be able to end things before they started. even if it took some acting to do so, she’d never been afraid to get blood under her claws nails.

still, one does not simply enter a castle without permission or privilege, but if she was lucky there’d be guards who recognized her as a close help of the past two kings.