Snippet #2563943

Queen Imizael sat within her quarters. Her auburn hair fell down her back, tied neatly at the crook of her neck with a silk ribbon. On a piece of parchment, she quilled a letter that held the fate of her people within it's contents.

'Greetings Xanan.
However hard this is personally to write, consider that I am. For generations now, our people have fought for our differences, cultures, and magics. For claims of land and people, power and integrity. My King, my husband, as well as yours, sacrificed their lives for these things. Now the day has come where our numbers are as low as the leaves that remain on the limbs of your trees during your Autumn celebration. My Spring brings no hope for a future. I fear extinction has breached our boarders of Ufaria. As the leaders of this grand nation, I beg that you would peacefully meet with me at Urt Falls within the Orlpar Forest. I wish to delegate a possible solution to both mine, and your peoples' prosperity.
I wait for your response.
Signed,
Imizael, Queen of Felia'

Imizael was known for her connection with the land. She sealed the letter with her family crest, and stood to approach her open window. When she looked out and down from it, she could see the entire land that laid before Castle Felia. It was brightly colored with lush life. It soothed her soul to look out upon her land. She knew within her heart, that it was worth saving. That, perhaps, fighting was no longer an option.

Raising her hand to the wind, she hummed a short tune. Instantly, a red cardinal landed upon her forefinger. It wore a saddle, of sorts, upon its' back. This would suggest that it was a royal carrier. Imizael fastened the letter securely, and cupped the birds frail head with her other hand. "Take this beyond your borders, to the Queen of Xana. There, you will surely find her quarters located at the top of the tallest tower, in the darkest of rooms. Let nothing stop you, and no one see you. For this, your Queen will be eternally grateful." With a kiss on its' head, the red bird flew off into the blue sky. Imizael would raise her hands high above her head, palms outward. A gust of wind blew from her, to guide the bird along its' trip.

The queen stepped back from her window, and closed the white wooden shutters. She grabbed her shawl from off her seat, and draped it along her shoulders. Breakfast was held within the main hall of the castle, every morning, at the same hour. Something she looked forward to. Tradition was a hard thing to uphold within times such as these. Imizael was not above making new ones. Recently, she had accepted and insisted upon everyone within to eat together. It would build moral strength, she was sure.

Walking down the corridor, and winding steps, she entered the Main Hall. Before her sat a long, wooden table, with gold linings. The Queen was magical indeed, and was prideful with her capabilities. Nourishment, and aide, were her strong suits. She could produce food and drink with merely a thought. This also came helpful with plants, and water, mostly. For those that would arrive injured, medicine was not far from reach so long as their Queen was nearby.

Uttering a few words that were barely understandable, beautiful colors began to dance around the room. Streams of green and blue skirted from bowl, to cup, filling each with fresh fruit, wine, and earthly vegetables. The bells within the tower would ring soon, signaling the meal to the castles' occupants.