The watchout

For however much she loved her parents and brother, she just couldn't understand why they saw so much danger in the outside world. There was no harm anywhere close that she could not defeat herself.

With each passing day her powers over nature itself seemed to grow. Seemed to flow faster through her. Making everything she did easier. Lighter, as if she was able to float on the pure energy this land gave out.

Perhaps that was also thanks to the fact that she was supposed to be here. Navarre should've always been her home and even if Nymmerwell held more wild nature than the calming mountains of Navarre she was sure off it. This was where her powers were originating from. Making her sure that her claim on the throne would be only more justified than before.

Right now she even felt so confident that she had left camp with Ragnar still asleep. She hadn't had the heart to wake up her protector. The man was so often at her side that he barely managed to get some rest. And besides wanting to let him rest, she also wanted to show him that she could in fact stand on her own two legs.

After all her high thoughts, after every decision she took. She should've thought better. For now it was way too late. Staring straight at the golden pelt of a lion she was forced to hold her breath. Fear lingering in her eyes. Terrified for the moment the beast would catch only a snif of her scent. She would be done for if he decided to attack. Not knowing if she'd be quick enough to pull up a defense as shock rippled through her body. Her scream wouldn't be loud enough to reach the campsite. And even if it would Ragnar would come too late and she rather had him not see her as a bloodied corpse. Even when facing a possible death she still had to think about the way she looked in front of the bastard.

So damn him. Damn this all. Damn this lion and damn her fear. All she could do was stand there. Stare in silent hope he'd pass her by. And if he did not continue towards the camp. That would become an even bigger problem as she was not looking forward to trying and saving Ragnar from a bloody Lion.

The hairs on her neck were prickling, standing up straight as the lion still moved onward. Surely she was going to get noticed sooner or later by the predator and sooner or later his razorsharp teeth would hit her neck. Breaking her bones like the tiny human being that she was.

Her fingers twitched, all other senses seemed to fade away into darkness as she closed her eyes. Knowing she was not planning on going out without a fight. She was Spectre Rayner, Medici blood flowed in her veins and she was a princess in her own right. She'd never end up on her knees begging some beast for survival.

Taking note of her surroundings she wondered which plantlife she could manipulate the easiest. Which one would listen to her commands and let her have a headstart in the battle ahead.

As her mind focussed a voice cut through the thick silence making her once again loose all other thoughts as she stared forward. The voice had come from the lion. The beast spoke to her. That.. that was impossible. Or wasn't it..

Slowly a smirk crept onto her lips. This wasn't a beast, it was a man. A human. This was territory she could handle. Humans were easy. Predictable. "You would've done better hiding your human nature if you truly wished to scare me." She replied stepping forward staring at the lion in front of her. He could still attack her, but a human attacking a girl out of nowhere was less likely than a full on animal finding food. Besides, this also ment that Ragnar was saver than she had first expected, which calmed her inmensly. "May I ask why you're stalking a girl all on your own? Wouldn't it be a shame if I got a bad idea from all that?" She searched and played her words easily. However ready she was to still act. This time she knew she could fight with words. Her strong point.

The lion carried a certain type of curiosity over to her. She wanted to know the face behind the proud beast and she wanted to know his story. He would have seen a lot from Navarre by the way he could travel. That was for sure. So he could tell her more than enough about this entire place. And perhaps even give her some insight about her uncles rulership and how to make sure the legacy would fall upon her shoulders. Who knew. He may prove to be a very valuable ally.

Slowly stepping forward she made her way towards the golden monster kneeling down in front of him and placing her hand on the ground. Multiple white flowers blossomed up in their way towards the lions paws before spreading over the field as she took a seat in the bed of grass. Turning her head towards the lion once more. "I am not alone, I would never be alone." She exlaimed calmly a softened smile on her lips, her mind wandering to her companions. "I am on my way to my uncle, a man of many talents and great power. I am to present myself as the return of my mothers bloodline." She choose her words careful making sure the take his bodylanguage into consideration with ever word. "My name.. Spectre Rayner.. I am sure that will say nothing to you." She smiled softly turning her head towards the sky. "But soon enough it will mean everything to everyone." It was more a comfirmation to herself as she nodded slowly and smiled once more looking back at the best. "But do tell me what may your name be?"