Heir to a Throne of Nothing || Open

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]The heir to a throne of nothing, huh? Yeah, Suiteheart could relate. Well, only minutely; she wasn't the heir to anything. But perhaps, in another life time, she was. Or she could've been. Either way, had she known Sonia's feelings, she could relate heavily.

But before she could dive too deeply into these thoughts, a voice reached her. It was one she had not heard before, yet it brought out worry in the polar bear. The voice was calling for help, so something must be the matter. With that thought freshly in her mind, the large creature hurried toward the avian.

When she arrived on scene, the other female seemed fine. Arching a nonexistent eyebrow, the girl tilted her head to the left. "Name and business on Ascendant's territory," she rumbled, but her voice was not unwelcoming. "My name is Suiteheart. I'm a Starstruck Guardian here." At least the pleasantries were aside for now. It was time to ask what all the fuss was about. [color=#73B1B7][b]"And you mentioned something about needing help? What's wrong?"