06-23-2017, 01:53 PM
He smiles at her response (which may appear out of place to Thorrun), because he know now why her calm outward appearance and shrouded eyes intrigue him. Her personality aligns solidly with Ellyse, reminding him of the golden mare’s resigned demeanor and calculating gaze. Probably a warrior’s blood causes the two to be similar in Warrick’s eyes.
His mind cannot help but wander to Ellyse when Thorrun mentions army. He has lived graciously in a time of peace, with Pangea’s falling and Tephra being far from the middle ground of Beqanna where the majority of horses seem to live. He wonders if there ever will be a war, and if so, who Ellyse had at her side to protect the volcanic land. His blue eyes gently rest on Thorrun, a young creature full of tightly wound mystery, with a twisted scar (horrible and beautiful all at the same time) to accentuate the cloudy storm that rumbles in the bright, fervid orange of her eyes. Whether Thorrun believes it or not, Warrick thinks that the young, purpose-driven filly would work well beneath the strength of Ellyse’s leadership.
“A noble cause,” he says to her with his brows rising in thought (he didn’t know that it wasn’t ‘nobility’ Thorrun is searching for, it is just the only thing she was familiar with). “A dangerous one.” She knows this. He almost feels silly telling her, and drops his head just a bit. “All you have to offer, even if it was nothing, would be enough.” His voice softens, unsure and hesitant as the words left his lips; was he too bold? Or would she (hopefully) just assume that Warrick is extremely good at greeting newcomers, optimism and all? He sighs quietly, shifting his weight on his muscular indigo legs.
“Ellyse is who you’ll want to speak with. I can help you find her, if you’d like.”
She could say no. Or tell him she'll come by later. But wandering Tephra past its borders without a resident guide is risky – Offspring would not delight in strangers meandering alone through the kingdom.
His mind cannot help but wander to Ellyse when Thorrun mentions army. He has lived graciously in a time of peace, with Pangea’s falling and Tephra being far from the middle ground of Beqanna where the majority of horses seem to live. He wonders if there ever will be a war, and if so, who Ellyse had at her side to protect the volcanic land. His blue eyes gently rest on Thorrun, a young creature full of tightly wound mystery, with a twisted scar (horrible and beautiful all at the same time) to accentuate the cloudy storm that rumbles in the bright, fervid orange of her eyes. Whether Thorrun believes it or not, Warrick thinks that the young, purpose-driven filly would work well beneath the strength of Ellyse’s leadership.
“A noble cause,” he says to her with his brows rising in thought (he didn’t know that it wasn’t ‘nobility’ Thorrun is searching for, it is just the only thing she was familiar with). “A dangerous one.” She knows this. He almost feels silly telling her, and drops his head just a bit. “All you have to offer, even if it was nothing, would be enough.” His voice softens, unsure and hesitant as the words left his lips; was he too bold? Or would she (hopefully) just assume that Warrick is extremely good at greeting newcomers, optimism and all? He sighs quietly, shifting his weight on his muscular indigo legs.
“Ellyse is who you’ll want to speak with. I can help you find her, if you’d like.”
She could say no. Or tell him she'll come by later. But wandering Tephra past its borders without a resident guide is risky – Offspring would not delight in strangers meandering alone through the kingdom.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick