Queen Thalia of Solaria freezes on the high backed chair that she sits on. She gently sets her quill down, abandoning the correspondence she had been working on and turns around to face her daughter slowly. Dahlia stands in front of the window, the light behind her as her silver eyes stare defiantly at her. Queen Thalia runs a critical gaze over her, she looks well. In the last few months, she has lost any hint of softness that might have stubbornly clung to her. Now, every inch of her is all hardness and toughness, and just as her body apparently has no weakness, she suspects that so might her daughter have grown. Strong, perhaps too strong, and also with no weaknesses. Her voice is icy and distant as she replies her daughter.
"Dahlia." She says, not rising from her sitting position. "It
