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Underfluff- Event Rare | Insect Antennae- Roaming Event
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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ wrote:Raena, though she'd rather be known by any other name, has never said anything but the honest truth. Her morals were set by her father, in a set of seven rules. A queen must always respect others; She shall not lie. Power comes with benevolence; Live a life of modesty. Peace before war. Honor the fallen. Lastly, her father taught her that a proper Queen must trust in her people; and therefor they will trust in her. This was all she lived by. When disorder befell the kingdom, those she trusted had turned their backs on her when she needed them most. She now trusts hardly any and believes that trusting was the cause of her kingdoms demise, and ultimately her fathers death. Raena has since believed it to be her fault; and instead of sticking around to retake her land, has fled; seeking peace with herself through the promise of restoring power to her people. She herself wishes to avoid the title of Queen.
Though her past seems to follow her everywhere, her purpose is never lost. Raena is fueled by her promise and finds her feet still carrying her forth even when she wants to call it quits.










sᴛᴏʀʏ wrote:"There isn't an ocean I wouldn't cross for you." Cyndago's words echoed in the back of Raenas mind. Her claws clicked against the solid stone pathway. A few steps ahead were the gates to a large home, with bits of ivy littering the bars. It was quiet here, miles away from what once was a bustling kingdom. "State your business." called a large booming voice. A shadow encased Raena. "I- I'm here to see Cyndago. These are very dire matt-..." She paused. She looked up to see the playful grin of Cyndagos father, Cerulean, gleaming back at her. "Well you could have let yourself in. Come, she's in the Rosarium." With a gentle swing of the gate from Cerulean, the gate opened and Raena was darting towards the garden.
Her paws skidding to a halt, Cyndago whipped her head to the side and called out "Watch the grass!" "Sorry! Cyndago, I really need to ask a very large favor of you." Her paws twiddled infront of her. Cyndago raised an eyebrow. "What might that be?" Raena lifted her head and smiled forcefully. "I've come to ask that you lend me this very garden." "And why might I do that?" She replied, raising her eyebrow, a frown forming on her face. "Please. I need to attune to my mothers crown." Raena lifted the rose garland crown from her bag, "Without her energy, I'm unable to cast my spells. They're unstable." There was a dark pause. "Please- remember your words?". Cyndago heavily sulked- her enchanted roses were all she had managed to accomplish with her magic in years.
With a nod, she sighed. "Alright."

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