<span style="font-size: 12px">The queen of Siguran stood as an ethereal representation of the Siguran culture, and a pinnacle of womanly beauty and grace. Even surrounded by the beauty of her ladies she stood out, she was not the tallest of her ladies only standing at 8 feet tall. Though her features were striking, dark blue angular eyes lined with intricate eyeliner stared down at the newcomers with a gaze that could silence any man and have him at her will. There was no doubt that she was queen. Each step she took revealed a scantily clad thigh, leg and hip bone. An hourglass figure lacking the corset that modern women would have used to achieve such a figure. <br/>
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Rhene did not fear the newcomers as the others did. Although just how they had ended up on the shore still lived had Rhene curious, and just where they had come from was even more curious. The creatures of the sea did not often leave men alive, and the sirens that guarded the waters often had their way with any stray man that sailed their oceans before drowning them. Yet here the men stood, seemingly unharmed at least as far as the sirens were concerned though there was no denying they had crossed paths with the creatures that lurked below the surface. <br/>
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The man that caught her attention seemed to be the head of his own group, if only because of where he stood within the group. Though Rhene did have an eye for leadership, given that there were no women present it seemed only plausible that he was in charge. Only further confirmed as the man was the first to bow to the group and the others seemed to follow his lead. Intriguing it was to see a man not at the mercy of a female ruler. <br/>
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“~Do they speak our tongue?” Rhene questioned looking at Koa with a brow arched so delicately upon her face, a smirk deviously turning her lips. <br/>
“~That one does, so does that one” Koa gestured to the man that Rhene had assumed to be the leader of the group and another man that stood close by. Rhene assumed the other man was some form of advisor, or second in command. It was the only explanation for the two of the group to know the language of Siguran. <br/>
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Returning her intimidating gaze back to the man that still remained bowed whilst the group around him began twitching with the urge to raise, she nodded.<br/>
“~Rise” she ordered as she closed the space between herself and the stranger causing what could only be described as panic from her ladies who crept down after their queen still firmly grasping their daggers. These men were no Siguran. They were small, puny. A fact that had Rhene’s lips turning into a smirk.<br/>
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“~So small” Rhene purred as she looked over the group of men before looking back at their leader as her hand raised to his shirted chest, looking over the buttons. The technology that a civilization held could easily be determined by a simple piece of clothing. Turning to look at her ladies she shared her amusement “~If they are so small, we may just be thankful for our men”. There was an uneasy amusement shared with the queen and her ladies. These men could be unpredictable, they could attack the queen at any moment and yet the queen herself did not appear to fear what they might do. There she stood touching the man’s clothing, talking of the man’s size… Pushing the buttons of the man who at any moment could turn. All the while the queen did not hold a weapon and would only have to rely on her own strength, though the strength of these men was unknown... They were small, but they could be mighty.</span>