There's an Endless Road to Rediscover // P, Syrena

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    Strider was out in the gardens of King's Landing, searching for a specific herb. The cheetah had a vague knowledge of healing plants, but he couldn't seem to find the one he needed. Earlier, he'd accidentally cut himself and despite the fact that the bleeding had stopped, he was still looking for something to help the wound. He padded down the aisles, brown eyes scanning over every plant. He frowned after yet another row came up empty. Where did Jocelyn even get all of her herbs?
    The Lannister finally gave up and gave the cut a brief lick, hopping up onto a rock nearby to sit. From here he could see across the gardens, watching as a breeze blew flowers and leaves alike. It was a nice day today, he was surprised more people weren't out.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Indeed it was a mesmerizing day with a rain of rays falling and washing the despair and sadness off from Westerosi's minds since everything happened to settle down finally — there were no sides anymore, no more arguments or no more plots to overthrow someone. There would be no executions as she could estimate since Jocelyn was a fair lady and she would absolutely be a fair Queen; there was no need for a civil war anymore and her pure heart that pounded with a request for peace was paced back to normal again, eyes flickering no more with worry but joy of seeing everyone happy although it seemed many were not outside the enjoy the refreshing day and the morning summer breeze yet. Yes, perhaps, what Syrena liked about the early rays were that there was always a sweet chill that was enough to keep the hot temperature away.


    As the ivory Squire was walking about, her pink optics landed on a familiar figure, a Ser to be exact, Ser Strider. Despite the fact that she was not even friends with the male, she had seen him almost anywhere — and respected the nature of the Knight even by observing with an outer view. Knights, anyways, had proven theirselves worthy to hold such a title; there was no reason for the young Squire to question at all. Watching the cheetah's actions closely, taking steps to the garden he was searching, yes searching obviously for a herb but since the cut was small for her to notice, she could not guess the motive behind. "Ser," She began beforehand, she would not want him to twitch because of her sudden appearance when the rest were at their homes. "What are you looking for?" Fictional eyebrows raised, she asked, with a genuine smile that reflect the appreciation.


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    The news of a new queen and the end of the growing rebellion (that had lasted a day) was great news. Strider hated being caught in the middle, but now they were free with a just queen and a new start. He hoped this one would last, last longer than the others who had all disappeared by now. Jocelyn had been here a shorter time then he, and look at her now. High Queen. Technically all of the rulers except Paladin and Skyrim had been here a shorter time than he, but the Lannister wasn't complaining. He didn't have any inclinations to rule, merely help out Westeros in any way he could. Any way that wasn't ruling. He was even sort of nervous about being heir of Lannister, believe it or not.
    Anyways, the cheetah turned as Syrena padded up behind him, asking which herb he was looking for. To be honest, he wasn't sure. He could only sort of describe it, but he didn't know the exact name. Maybe she would, though; the lioness seemed to be good with healing and plants. "Hello Syrena," He greeted with a dip of his head. No one really called him Ser, so it was a bit surprising she did. "I cut myself accidentally this morning and I was looking for something that could help it heal quickly." He held out a golden paw to the female, brown eyes gazing at her curiously.


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